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jdeclerc · 3 months

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welcome home, high lord of night

pairing: rhysand x reader

summary: even the night court's high lord is not immune to the desperation that comes with days away from his mate, his high lady.

author's note: this serves as part two in my welcome home "series," you can find the first part here, but both can be read as standalones

warnings: smut

word count: 3,706

Rhysand breathes in deeply as he closes the front door of the Townhouse behind him, taking in the scents that are his home.

The lingering smell of a lit hearth dances in the air, mixing with the aged leather of the books in the library and whatever delicious concoction you had made in the kitchen earlier in the day.

He can almost hear the raucous in the front sitting room and the clanging of dishes from the kitchen that makeup the countless nights the Inner Circle has spent here. On those nights the house is filled with music, laughter, and an endless love that Rhysand never believed his family would achieve.

The memories stand in stark contrast to the silence that now fills the Townhouse. It’s not the unsettling silence that filled the house as he grew up, but rather a silence that allows him to breathe for the first time in what feels like an age.

In reality that age had been a four-day High Lord’s meeting that had him missing you from the moment he left you in your shared bed. The image, you in bed, draped in the black satin sheets with the sun’s first light filling the room, had gotten him through the most grueling moments of the meeting; giving him the best distraction he could have asked the Mother for.

The knowledge that you’re somewhere in the Townhouse waiting for him has Rhysand smiling.

He had first gone to the House of Wind, assuming you had surrounded yourself with family these last few days.

After a reunion with his family that was too short to be considered even close to polite, Azriel informed him you had come to the Townhouse earlier in the afternoon and they hadn’t heard from you since.

So, to the Townhouse he ventured, solely focused on finding the one fae he could go no longer without.

His instincts lead him further into the house, until he is rounding a hallway corner to the only door ajar, the only one that has a low light spilling from it: his office.

Rhysand comes to stand in the doorway and you’re too enwrapped in work to have noticed his presence as of yet.

He can’t help how his breath catches at the vision you create sitting behind his desk.

You wear only a black, satin slip; one strap having fallen down your shoulder and he can’t help but wish his teeth had completed that task. His eyes continue their path to skate down your arm, taking in the tattoos that tell the story of you, each one a reminder of what has gotten you to where you now sit.

His eyes make their way back up and take in the way your nose is scrunching and your brow is furrowing in frustration, your eyes darting between what he can only assume are two conflicting reports.

Rhysand knows you too well to be surprised that you’re still working at this hour, the sun having set hours ago. The two of you always seemed to be swapping places as to who was telling the other to finally get some sleep.

No, what surprises him is that you are in his office as yours is only one door down.

“Did we not build you an office of your own, my Lady? One that is bigger than this one, I might add.”

You give away no indication of being surprised by his presence, you simply look up at him with a mischievous smile, an eyebrow arched.

“The room may be smaller, but your desk is bigger, my Lord. I suspected it’s surface would be more suited to what I planned to accomplish this evening.”

Neither of you speak as he enters the room and begins making his way to you. Rhysand doesn’t stop until he reaches for your hands and pulls you to stand.

He pushes the chair back just far enough to move behind you, his body flush to yours. He intertwines his hands with yours once more and moves both sets to rest on the desk.

Rhysand bows his head, placing his nose against your neck, letting your scent envelope his entire being. He finds it more intoxicating that any faerie wine he could pull from his cellar and happily gets drunk on it every day.

His lips come to rest against your ear and his words come out dangerously low. He knows you don’t miss the utter desperation that laces his words despite his best efforts.

“Is there any way I can be of assistance? I’m ready and willing.”

You let out a low chuckle at his words, feeling just how ready and willing he is as he pushes himself further against you.

“I’m not sure…I doubt you can do a better job than that of my own hands.”

You can do little more than let out a gasp in surprise with how quickly he moves then.

The papers lining the desk are whisked away by the darkness that floods the room. Rhysand’s hands leave your own, finding their way to your waist. He turns you and lifts you onto the desk, placing his right hand against your sternum as he pushes you to lay down before him.

Rhysand doesn’t dare move as he drinks in the sight of you sprawled before him. His hands splay on the outer edges of your thighs as he takes a step forward to stand between them.

He brushes his thumbs against the hem of your slip that’s ridden up slightly, his hands are feather light as he pushes them up, revealing more of you to him.

Rhysand grins at the whimper you allow to escape when he ceases his movements.

“It would seem, my love, that even you don’t believe your own words.” His hands tighten where they rest. “Would you like to amend your previous statement?”

“You’ve yet to prove your worth, High Lord. My words remain unchanged.”

You take pride in the growl that rolls from your mate, he is a male unwilling to back down from even the mention of his potential inadequacy.

Rhysand tightens his grip once more and pulls you to perch on the very edge of his desk, your slip sliding further up with the movement.

You feel the cool air hit the apex of your thighs as Rhysand finishes what his pull could not and spreads your thighs further.

His hands continue their previous journey, and his thumbs brush your inner thighs, his hands tightening their grip.

“Then I suppose it is my solemn duty to both you and our court to ensure my merit and worth is without question or doubt.” His eyes glint with amusement, having missed this back and forth with you over the previous days.

“It really is the only solution…the Court’s future is at stake, after all.”

Rhysand lets out a deep chuckle in response, tightening his grip on your thighs further as he sinks to his knees before you – a male more than willing to bow before his High Lady.

His hands remove themselves and skim the underside of your thighs. Your left leg is lifted to rest on his shoulder, your right spread even further with a push of his palm.

Your breath hitches at the darkening of his eyes, the change in his demeanor almost immediate. The mischief and amusement lining his features is replaced by a deep, deprived hunger.

He skims his nose along your inner left thigh, breathing you into his senses, letting it consume him fully. It’s when Rhysand reaches the most sensitive part of you that he pauses and lets out a hum of pleasure at the desire he finds there.

The breath he blows has you holding in a desperate whimper, the cool air hitting the heat that has built up from the moment you sensed him entering the Townhouse.

Rhysand nips at your inner thigh in warning, his following words holding the same warning.

“None of that, my love. Let me hear you give life to every fantasy I’ve had since the moment I left our bed.”

Rhysand can’t help the smug satisfaction he feels at the unrestrained moan that comes from you when his mouth takes hold of your clit. The sounds falling from you lips only becoming more desperate as he continues his ministrations.

You fall quiet and he can feel the way your body tenses as he slips two fingers inside you, curling them in the way he knows has you melting under his touch.

His thumb takes the place of his mouth as he leans back to admire his work.

“That’s it Y/N/N, you’re doing so well for me.”

Rhysand can tell you attempt to say something in response, but it gets caught in your throat and is replaced by a strangled, breathless sound as your orgasm washes over you.

He doesn’t change his pace as he works you through it and it’s only when your hands begin clinging to his forearms that he slows and doesn’t stop completely as he rises to stand over you.

It’s Rhysand’s turn to have his breath catch in his throat.

The rapid rise and fall of your chest, the flush of your cheeks, the intensifying scent rolling off of you in waves; it all has him struggling to remain standing.

As your eyes meet his, he can tell just how much your pleasure had taken over.

“Anything you’d like to say at this time, my Lady?”

The small smile that blooms on your face has his heart tightening despite the teasing nature of his words.

“I could concede to the idea that an amendment to my earlier statement would be appropriate considering recent circumstances.”

Rhysand’s hands come to rest on your waist, and he lowers himself to hover above you. He can feel each breath you take and doesn’t dare speak loud enough to break the spell that has fallen over the two of you.

“Spoken like a true High Lady.” His words are followed by a laugh. “In other words, you’re saying you were wrong?”

Your hands settle themselves on either side of his neck and you run your thumbs along his jaw, taking in the sight of your mate that you have sorely missed. Your words are as whispered as his when you respond after a moment.

“So very wrong.”

His lips meet yours in a burning kiss, needing to be completely enveloped by you. And it’s not until you’re both struggling for air once more that you break apart.

As Rhysand straightens, he pulls you along with him.

You take a moment to appreciate the dark suit your mate had donned for his final day of meetings.

It was his signature black, a fitted cut accented by stitching so luminous it rivaled that of the stars in the sky over Velaris. He paints such a polished and lethal image that there could be no question as to what court he serves.

You can’t help but raise your hand to run it against the fabric tucked into his breast pocket; a gift from you many Solstices ago, a violet shade so close to that of his eyes that you were sure the seamstress had modeled it after your mate.

Since the day he received it, Rhysand refused to enter any meeting or court appearance without it. He lets it serve as a reminder of who he truly strives to be. Not the cold, calculating fae he allows the world to see but one who’s every breath is dedicated to the flourishment of his people, his family, and his mate.

Rhysand meets your gaze as you look at him through your lashes and he can tell that you have been speaking to him. He gives you an apologetic smile and sends a wave of encouragement down the bond, signaling you to repeat your words.

“Your jacket Rhys…take it off.”

Your voice is laced with a command, one he doesn’t hesitate to concede to.

He slips the article off his shoulders, turning only enough to drape it across the chair behind him. And not a moment goes by before your hands find their way to his shirt buttons.

Rhysand can’t help but be captivated by the movements, can barely take a breath as you undo each one at a painful pace.

You both know that the ability to whisk away every article of clothing separating you comes second only to breathing for him, but he can’t help but relish the times you undress him piece by piece. Nothing comparing to the fire you ignite with every touch. His shirt joins his jacket where it lay forgotten.

His belt comes next, and Rhysand can’t find the ability to breathe as you open the buttons of his pants. It’s when you slip your hand inside and drag it along his length that his resolve finally cracks.

No longer is he content with savouring you…he’s now determined to devour you.

One moment you’re relishing in the feeling of your mate in your hand, having missed him being so close. The next finds you laying on the desk once more, hands pinned above your head, and the feeling of your mate sinking into you in one smooth movement.

You can’t find it in yourself to care how quickly he rid himself of the rest of his clothing, not when he’s filling you to the point of such sweet oblivion.

Rhysand rests his forehead on your chest, gently nipping at the skin between your breasts. He makes no move to push either of you to the edge, seemingly content to bask in your closeness.

You move to grind against your mate, your impatience winning out, unable to resist the need crawling along every inch of your skin any longer.

A deep chuckle escapes Rhysand as he lifts his gaze to meet yours.

“Impatient this evening, are we, my Lady?”

It takes a moment for you to respond, your voice coming out as a whisper.

“You’re not the only one that has been without a mate these last days.”

It’s the longing flashing across your face that has Rhysand connecting his lips with yours. The kiss is slow, revenant. He pushes his own longing down the bond toward you, ensuring you know you’re not alone in needing him to be close.

Rhysand’s first movements match that of his kiss. They’re slow, drawn out so you both feel every moment to your very cores. The drag of him along your walls has you gasping for breath, his hands skirting down your arms has the skin raising in their path.

His hands continue their path down until they come to rest at your waist, his grip tightening as he quickens his pace. And his control slips further when your hands find purchase on his upper arms, fingers digging into his skin.

Your skin is ablaze as his lips trace a path across your collarbone and up the right side of your neck. You can feel the skip in his breath as you speak, the words coming out between the moans that he draws from you.

“Rhys, please…”

His only response is the moving of his right hand to your clit, tracing circles with the pad of his thumb. It takes only moments for Rhysand to feel your body tensing, and he can’t help the satisfaction that rolls over him as the coil within you snaps.

It takes every bit of resolve he has left not to find his own release as he watches your eyes close, head tilting back as your mouth falls open, your pleasure overtaking every part of you. The sounds falling from your lips doing more to him than any poetry or song could ever hope to.

He slows his pace to carry you through the waves of euphoria being sent down the bond, stilling completely as your eyes slowly open and meet his own.

Your hands loosen where they had landed on his neck, your thumbs running along the underside of his jaw. You let out a breath, coming down from the most beautiful high.

“I’m not done with you yet, love.” Rhysand’s words are sin personified, dripping with a promise of further devastation.

He rises to stand once more. His hands grip your thighs to encircle them high around his waist, the change in angle has your both letting out groans of satisfaction.

Rhysand draws out enough that you let out a whimper at the potential loss of him, the sound cut off as he thrusts back in. He repeats the action and silently thanks the Mother that the house is empty, not trusting his reaction should any other fae hear the sounds falling from your lips.

“You’re going to cum for me again Y/N.” His words leave no room for argument, his voice dripping with need. “Tell me how to get you there. What does my High Lady require of her Lord?”

Rhysand can feel the shiver that runs down your body at his words. And he can’t help the one that runs through him at yours that follow.

“Fuck me like you do in Illyria, like the High Lord we let them believe you to be.”

And so, he does.

The pace he sets is as fierce as the hold his hands have on your thighs; hard and unrelenting. Rhysand pins your hands above your head once more and sinks his teeth into the meeting of your shoulder and neck.

Groans come from him that are nothing short of primal, your own that fill the room respond in kind. Nothing exists for either of you outside this moment, no words necessary to know that you are both quickly approaching release.

Your left-hand grasps at his right where it lays on your waist. Rhysand entwines his hand with your own. He doesn’t flinch at the hold you have on him, knowing it’s what grounds you in moments like this, not wanting to be completely lost to your pleasure.

Rhysand knows his cock won’t be enough to bring you over the edge, knows that with each orgasm he draws from you the next will be harder to reach.

You need more…and he is more than happy to give it to you.

At the same moment his lips connect with yours his left-hand moves, his index and middle fingers moving over your clit in time with his thrusts. He swallows every noise that his actions draw from you.

It takes mere moments for white hot pleasure to flood the bond, your mouth breaking from his own as you pull him impossibly close, fingers digging into where they cling to his back.

Rhysand follows soon after with a guttural cry escaping him as he spills inside of you, his arms moving under you, his right around your waist and his left to the back of your neck. He is clinging to you as desperately as you are to him, neither of you allowing any space to exist between your bodies, both of you shaking in the aftermath of your combined releases.

For all Rhysand knows it is hours before either of you move, before either of your breaths begin evening out.

Rhysand is the first to move, taking your thighs in his hands. He keeps them stable as he slowly pulls out of you, both of you mourning the lost connection. He leans down to capture your lips as you feel his magic do between your thighs what Rhysand would typically do with a warm cloth.

He pulls you with him as he stands, refusing to put any distance between your bodies.

You’re the first to break the silence as your hands rest on either side of his neck, your voice still ragged and strained.

“I’m inclined to miss more meetings if this is what I should expect upon your return.”

Rhysand doesn’t miss the mirth in your eyes, his expression, however, holding a seriousness you question with a furrow of your brow.

“I’m begging you not to…they all revolted when I informed them you would not be joining us.” He can tell you’re struggling to hold in a laugh, his tone reflecting his unappreciation for your lack of concern for him. “I’m serious Y/N. Vivian and Helion started taking bids for who would do the honours of throwing me into the Erythrian should I dare show up without you again.”

You don’t even attempt to hold in your laugh then, knowing that the other court leaders take great pleasure in riling your mate up. Rhysand tries and fails to hold in a laugh of his own.

“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we? Who knows what all that sea water would do to your hair!”

Rhysand’s hand flies to his chest as though you’ve pierced it with an arrow.

“You wound me, my love. How will I ever overcome such cruel words?”

You both break into a renewed fit of laughter, savouring the lightness now residing in both of your chests. It’s only when tears line both of your eyes that your laughter quiets.

You meet your mate’s eyes and find nothing short of devotion in them as they take you in. Rhysand runs the tips of his left hand down your cheek, as though he is committing you to memory. Your own hand comes to rest atop his own.

“I’m glad you’re home…nothing feels the same with you gone.” Your words are no more than a whisper as you gaze up at your mate.

“I am yours. From now until we draw our last breaths, I will always return to you.”

It’s your turn to capture his lips with your own, savouring in the feeling of him before pulling back.

“Take me to bed Rhysand.”

He’s not sure what lays beneath the command but he obeys it without hesitation, lifting you from the desk and making his way to the doorway of his office.

Rhysand has no care for the clothes long forgotten on the back of his chair, nor does he will your work back on his desk.

He knows you won’t be in need of it come morning, knows that neither of you will be leaving your shared bed for quite some time.

#rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand #acotar #acotar x reader #night court

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creedslove · 11 months

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART TWO

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: much to your horror, Jack shows up again and asks you to see his son one more time

(This is the second part of the one shot HEARTLESS 💔)

Warnings: angst, hurt, a little bit of fluff because Wyatt is super cute, mom!reader, asshole!jack, mentions of abortion

A/N: besties honestly i don't even know why I am doing this, while i was writing, i realized i don't like this suffering at all 😭 i think agent whiskey is such a dad and husband material and he's so handsome and sexy and he would be so affectionate and would give the best orgasms and cuddles in the world but i can't stop myself from pouring angst into people's lives 😭

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Wyatt whimpered as you sent him to bed. He wasn't sleepy at all and he wanted to talk about all the fun things he'd seen during the day. He loved to run freely through the green fields, he liked scaring away the chickens, petting the horses and watching the baby pigs.

But his favorite part of the trip was the cowboy. He was so cool, Wyatt spent the rest of the day blabbering about him and asking you all kinds of questions. He was so innocent and pure, your heart shattered each time he would look at you with his little curious eyes and shoot you another question about the mysterious figure.

Though he wasn't mysterious at all. It was his dad, not that Wyatt knew about it, you figured he was just too little for that, he was still your baby. He wasn't even four yet and he had to live his little life with only his mama as he'd been rejected by his dad since he was just a small little bean in your womb.

You saw his begging, pleading eyes, just like Jack's and felt your heart clench, there was nothing he would ask you and you would say no. You sighed and pulled Wyatt into your lap "fine baby boy, if you don't wanna sleep now, then come cuddle mama!!!" You tickled his tummy and made him squeal and snuggle you.

You sat comfortably in his small bed and let him sprawl over you, loving how happy he got. You ran your fingers through his soft curls and pecked the top of his head. He was waiting for a bedtime story as you always told him one, but this time, he wanted a cowboy story. You swallowed and took his tiny little hand into yours, stroking it gently

"You really liked that cowboy, didn't you?" You asked your son and earned an excited nod "alright… let mama think…" you closed your eyes and thought of any story you could tell him, however, you didn't know any cowboy stories… the only cowboy story you knew was your cowboy… but that was a long time ago, when he was yours and you were his.

Still, Wyatt looked up curiously, waiting to know what you had to tell him.

You swallowed and began telling him the story about your cowboy.

With a few modifications, some sugar coating and softness you told your son about your first encounter with the cowboy and how it made your heart melt. You told him how you two hit off and how the cowboy had a real nice job of fighting bad guys and saving the world, you couldn't control the pride in your chest as you saw the joy in Wyatt's eyes, loving that storytelling so much he often gasped and giggled.

And going down the memory lane, you managed to make your son sleepy, as he blinked his tired eyes and yawned "night night mama" he whispered before falling asleep.

You smiled at yourself and covered him up, silently walking out the bedroom and walked around your dark, empty apartment. Your mind wouldn't stop replaying the images of your day, your sudden encounter with Jack, something you really thought wouldn't happen soon. He looked handsome, like he always did, smelling great and if you didn't know any better, you would probably fall for his trap again, if he flashed you those beautiful eyes, gave you a grin and said any dumb pickup line with his accent. There was just something so attractive about him, and you had fallen for him once, but you wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

You thought about how he hugged Wyatt, it didn't even seem the same man who rejected him, who simply broke things up with you once you found out you were pregnant. One day you were deeply in love with each other, and the next he was suggesting you get an abortion. It was something you just couldn't handle, you couldn't accept and just like you were alone in the world with your baby.

When the doorbell rang, your heart clenched once more, you didn't even need to check, you just knew it was Jack.

You dried your eyes and sighed, walking to the door and opening it for him.

Jack stood there, looking almost as unsure as you did. He was holding his hat in hands and watched you hesitantly. You could tell he was looking for words to say, but nothing came out.

"Come on in, Jack" you said and let him step inside, closing the door behind him and letting him get familiar with the place.

Jack looked all over the place, he had never been inside your home and it hurt him how it looked homey and cozy. No matter how much he spent on decoration at his own place, he could never get it like that.

He carefully watched the picture frames, so many photos of a life that could have been his as well, but he chose not to be a part of it, it didn't even matter his reasons now, the result was there: pictures of you on your baby shower, pictures of the first time you held Wyatt in your arms, his first birthday, his first day at daycare, mother's day… all those precious, beautiful moments, and absolutely no trace of Jack.

"It's good seeing you again, Y/N… you look even prettier than before, sugar" the man turned to you, his voice was small and though his cocky way of speaking wasn't there, you couldn't believe the first thing he told you in years was a cheap attempt of charming you.

"What do you want Jack?" You folded your arms and stared at him, you didn't want to play games nor beat around the bush.

"I wanna be around my boy" he replied to which you scoffed and shook your head

"Your boy? The same one that you rejected when he was nothing but a tiny little bean in my womb? The one you insisted on me getting rid of? I don't think so, Jack"

He sighed ashamed of his past and took a step closer, to which you immediately took a step back, showing him you wanted nothing but distance from him.

"I know what I did, and I know how awful it was, but after I saw him today… I realized I can't get away… please Y/N"

"You think you can just walk in and demand to see my son? After you abandoned us? He isn't a cute puppy, Jack! You can't just find him sweet because you spent five minutes with him and think you can bring your shit storm into our lives. That's not how it works. I don't want him around you, because you are a mess and you will break his heart just like you broke mine!"

"I didn't abandon you, Y/N. Don't be unfair with me!!! All these years, I followed the two of you from afar, I provided you with money and other things you needed.. hell, who do you think managed to get you this apartment lease?" He raised his eyebrow getting on the defensive "I wanna do it the right way, but if you make things hard, I'll get a damn lawyer and you will have to fight your cut ass off to pay for one yourself because I won't rest until I have my boy with me!!!"

You knew Jack, he wasn't bluffing. He was the kind of man who got everything he wanted, but you just couldn't accept he could walk into your home and have a claim on your son after everything that happened, even threatening you to find an attorney.

"It's not the same… money helps but it is not everything, where were you when I was pregnant and alone? When I needed someone to hold my hand and tell me things were fine? Where were you, Jack? When Wyatt had his first fever and I didn't know how I could help him calm down? When he said his first words? When he took his first step? You missed it all out, even if you had given me your whole fortune, nothing pays the memories you lost!"

"I just want to see my son, nothing else Y/N… I don't want you, I don't want our relationship back" he said knowing it would sting you, he couldn't help but make his intentions clear. You two would never be together again, he knew that because you would never take him back, so he thought it was easier to just convince himself of it beforehand.

You, on the other hand, could never be with him again, even if he hadn't done the things he did, there was still no way you could compete with a ghost, you just thought it was easier to convince yourself Jack never stopped loving his first wife and he never would, so your relationship was nothing but an adventure.

You didn't want him to see the tears in your eyes, you didn't want to show how weak you felt at that moment.

Before any of you could say anything else, tiny footsteps interrupted the argument that was about to explode.

"Cowboy!!!" Wyatt said excitedly as he still rubbed his tired eyes but ran to Jack, giggling as he was so easily lifted up into his arms. The toddler was so affectionate, he just wrapped his small arms around his neck once more and rested his head against Jack's shoulder "miss you cowboy!" he giggled happily and snuggled.

You bit your lips and did your best not to cry, but it was pretty much impossible, you couldn't understand why your son liked that man so much without even knowing him. It wasn't fair to you, and you were ashamed to realize you felt jealous.

Jack, on the other hand, felt his heart fill with pure joy for the first time in ages. He quickly kept Wyatt in a warm embrace, loving the smell of his baby shampoo and how cute his PJs were.

His hand rubbed up and down his back as he sat on the couch, letting him relax completely and in a matter of minutes, Wyatt was back in dreamland.

You hated how easy it was for Jack to make your son fall asleep, and how much they already liked each other, it hurt you so much, but you were determined not to let that man get near you again.

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A/N: ¿Malparido, no?

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al9ayf · 10 months

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Hiiii!!!!

I wanted to ask if you can write a scenario where Cora accidentally ate an aphrodisiac pleasee🙏🙏🙏😭😭😭

yasss thank you so much for the request ❤️ i hope you enjoy it !!!

ᥫ᭡ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | donquixote rosinante x f!reader

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｡˚ content warning(s) :: general nsfw

the sun had already set hours ago, and after eating dinner and drinking with rosinante and the rest of the crew, the both of you decided to retire to bed. it was a long day, especially if you had to be around doflamingo and the other vermin. they drained the life out of you, but you only suffered it to be with your husband.

you married the blonde three years ago after dating for a few months. it felt right to be together, so you both didn’t hesitate to disappear for a bit and elope. the night you got married was the night rosinante revealed to you who he truly was. it only made you love him more.

as you were getting ready to head into the shower, rosinante asked which vitamins could help with his sleep. for weeks now, he’s been having trouble sleeping at night, so you told him to take the pills in the purple bottle. you didn’t think much of it afterward and headed into the bathroom. you thought that he would read the bottle like anybody else. you thought he would realize there were two purple bottles. but of course not; he was just going to listen to your words without any second thoughts. you were his wife; he trusted you.

rosinante started getting ready for bed, anxious to just finally sleep through the night. only then, a few minutes after he took the vitamins, he started to feel different; a good type of different. it wasn’t that noticeable at first, but when he passed by your vanity and could smell the perfume you always wore, he felt aroused. he thought to himself that these vitamins were weird and why were you even taking them. rosinante took his coat off and threw it over the chair to lay down on the bed. he was taking in the comfort of the sheets and was excited to finally sleep under them. he inhaled sharply, wanting to take in the scent of the freshly washed linen, but only smelled your perfume again.

the image of you appeared in his mind, and now all he could think about was you. how great you smelled, how beautiful you looked, how you portrayed yourself. those mere casual thoughts started to turn him on. rosinante sat up, panicked. why would you take these pills to go to bed?! he crossed the bed and grabbed the purple bottle, which he took the pills from right as he heard the shower stop. it took a few seconds to understand what he was looking at, and when you came out of that bathroom with only a towel on, clueless as to what was happening, he started to get hard.

you looked at rosinante when you caught him staring at you without saying a word. he was on your side of the bed, still holding the bottle in his hands. before you could speak, he stood up and walked to you. you were too focused on looking at his face to notice the obvious bulge in his crotch.

“why do you have this?” rosinante’s voice was deeper than usual as he shook the bottle. it was almost empty. it didn’t sound like that last night, and you started to wonder how many he took.

you gripped the towel around you even harder. “how else am i supposed to keep up with your sex drive? you’re like an animal,” you joked. you moved away from him, but he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around and slamming you into his chest. rosinante grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. he used his other arm to snake it around you to move you closer to him. you could feel how hard he was.

“how’re you going to keep up with it now?” he asked, leaning down to your face. “you might need to take another shower after we’re done.” his voice sounded like little whispers. it was soft and sultry. your breathing quickened when you felt his hand move from your chin to your hand that was holding the towel. the two of you never looked away from each other as he gently grabbed your hand and moved it away, letting the towel drop to the ground.

rosinante didn’t look at your now naked body. he only cupped your cheeks and kissed you, wanting to taste your lips. you kissed back hard, wanting things to escalate further. he always got you into the mood no matter what time or what the situation was. when he pulled away, he turned you around and made you sit on your knees. you turned your head to look over your shoulder, but he grabbed your head and made you look straight ahead again. you heard him unbuckle his belt and throw it on the floor next to you. he sat down behind you and forced you to go on all fours. you finally turned your head to face him, not caring if he was going to push it back again.

“really? on the fucking floor?” you asked, annoyed.

he spread your legs and started to unzip his pants. “think of this as an apology for not giving me clear directions,” rosinante said.

“do you even hear yourself right now, you dumbass?!”

#one piece #one piece x reader #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #rosinante x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante #one piece corazon

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER NINETEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: your new life on pandora

word: count: 3.4k

author's note: get ready for a whole lot of domestic chapters of the sully family hehe <3

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Year 2160

“Doc!” Spider grinned happily when he spotted you.

The lab Norm and Max had set up was spacious enough for you to enter. And it was a little strange being the tallest one in the room for the first time. Though you were never really that short in your former body, it was still a startling contrast.

Spider ran up to you, awing at your new body, “Wow, you’re so tall!”

You grinned, kneeling down in front of him. Ruffling his hair, “And you’re so tiny, little Parrot.”

His little arms wrapped around your neck in a tiny hug, “I’m glad you’re okay. Mom says you weren’t feeling well and that I couldn’t see you.” When you pulled away slightly, he had a little pout on his lips, “I thought you left for good.”

Sometimes you forget how young the boy was. Had to be around Kiri’s age, maybe a little older. Still he was too young to truly understand what had happened and you were sure that Mary would prefer you not go into heavy detail. And you really didn’t want to burden him with it either.

“I was a little sick and it was very contagious.” You say instead, cupping his small face in your larger hands. “I didn’t want you to catch what I had. Now I’m better.”

Spider nodded like he understood, his wide eyes still taking in your face. “Now you’re one of them! When can I be like them?”

Norm entered the lab the same time Spider asked that and chuckled loudly, “Too little, kiddo. Gotta wait until you’re older.”

“So I have to be old?” Spider pouted. “Like you?”

You snorted while Norm rolled his eyes, “Keep up with the attitude and you won’t get one til’ your thirty!”

Spider stuck his tongue out at him as you laughed, placing the boy on your shoulders before following Norm to one of the computers. In some places you had to duck your head extra low, just so the boy’s head wouldn’t get caught by the ceiling.

When Norm brought up some images, swiping by to get to what he wanted, you spotted one of Hell’s Gate. Well, a blueprint of it at least. It looked different from the other one—the one you saw years ago while snooping through their computers after you first arrived on the planet. You had to have been sixteen or seventeen at the time when you saw the old blueprint outlines of Hell’s Gate.

Norm noticed your where your gaze settled and sighed, “Ever since the last one was destroyed—which I have to say was pretty fucking ballsey of you—those of us that stayed behind after the RDA left worked on rebuilding what was left. Keeping at least a few of the places alive and working so that we could live here comfortably.”

“You seemed to have made some progress.” You hummed, feeling Spider resting his arms and chin on top of your head.

Norm shrugged, “It's amazing how much time can go by when you’re hyper focused on this.” He waved his hand at the blueprint flippantly. “It’s not the same Hell’s Gate—don’t think we or the Na’vi would want it that way anyway—but it’s enough, ya know?” He then tilted his head, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Though, you could’ve left a little more than scraps for us to work off of.”

“My bad.” You shrugged, both of you grinning.

Norm then pulled up a few schematics and other blueprints, this time of smaller projects. “Alrighty, what do you think, Doc?”

You spent the past twenty minutes giving your opinion on some of the projects. Then again, that was the whole reason as to why he asked you here in the first place. To get an engineer’s opinion on work. Like the good ol’ days. The only good days, really, besides Grace’s School. You liked being useful. Back when you first arrived at Pandora, you were trying everything you could to make yourself useful for the team. That was when you joined Grace in helping out with the school.

And when that had come to an unfortunate end, you buried yourself in studies, passing all your exams to become a prodigy engineer and a biologist in training.

Now, as a practically newborn Na’vi that was now starting your way as one of The People, you had to find new ways in this culture, in this clan, to be useful.

Max then arrived, standing awkwardly in the doorway, “Um, one of the warriors is here for you, Doc.”

You cringed when you realized the time, “Crap—I mean darn!” You placed Spider down as he stared up at you in confusion. “I forgot the time—you got it from here, Norm?”

He nodded, “Yeah, thanks for your help. You still got it, Doc.”

“Of course, I do.” You stood, adjusting the loincloth. “I may be in a different body but I’m still the best damn engineer on the planet.”

“Can I come with you?” Spider asked, following you as you walked toward the lab entrance. Even through the window you could see a warrior, standing further away and looking quite impatient.

You gave him a small smile, “Not this time, little Parrott. I got to start my training and I don’t know if they’d take too kindly to bringing you along on my first day.” Spider pouted and you ruffled his hair again, noticing bits of it were locking up. “Maybe next time, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded, not hiding his disappointment.

When you got outside, the warrior’s eyes narrowed on you as you cautiously approached him. “You are late.”

“Only by a couple of minutes.” You weakly protest.

He huffed, adjusting his grip on his spear, “Come. We have much to do. We’ve already wasted enough time.”

Without waiting for a response, he leaped up onto a tree and began climbing. When he saw that you weren’t right behind him, he scowled down at you. “Skxawng! Climb!”

Rolling your eyes, you began climbing up after him. Like last time, you weren’t as fast compared to Neytiri. And it was the same with this nameless warrior. The only difference this time was that he didn’t have any particular patience for your slowness.

“Faster!” He ordered from his spot on a branch. Once you got up to the branch he was on, he glared, “If you plan to fight like one of us, you must learn to navigate this forest. It is your home now, you must know your own way without someone having to tell you.”

“Alright, I get it.” You mumbled. And really, you did. You had no energy to complain or protest against the attitude he was giving you. All you could do was follow him and learn. That’s all you could really offer at this point. “At least tell me your name.” You started as he started jumping from leaf to leaf. Wobbly but steadily, you followed after him. “You probably already know my name so don’t you think it’s fair?”

“Ezì.” He muttered, pointing his spear ahead. “Follow and watch.”

Carefully, you followed his instructions. Ezì moved elegantly and swiftly through the trees. Barely making a sound. You tried to mimic him, it wasn’t perfect but it was the best you could do. Ezì didn’t complain so it seemed like you were doing something right.

The both of you continued going like this, not stopping once. You figured if you asked for a break he’d probably snap your head off, so you refrained from doing so. At some point, you even managed to pass a Thanator without it noticing your presence. From the high ground, the creature looked a lot less intimidating.

Ezì watched your expression as you stared at it, “You’ve seen them before?”

After a few seconds, you realized he was speaking to you and nodded quickly, “Yeah, um, yeah I read about them and nearly got sniffed out by one a few days back.”

Ezì had a thoughtful expression, “You escaped one? You? Without having to kill it?”

“Yeah?”

“And you learned how by reading your….” He made a flippant gesture, “books?” You rolled your eyes, tail swaying behind you. “That is not how we will be doing things. You do not learn to be a warrior by reading. You learn by action.”

A sudden thrust from behind threw you off the branch. A yelp left your lips as you fell through a bunch of large leaves until you got to the ground, where the Thanator was.

You glared up, “Are you fucking kidding me, man?!”

From above, Ezì gave a smug grin as he squatted from his spot above, “You’ve escaped one before. Show me that you’re a warrior!” The Thanator’s eyes were already locked onto you, growling. “Show me you are worth my time and not another dreamwalker skxawng!”

You would’ve scowled at him, cussed him out, but the Thanator did not wait for you. When it pounced, you dashed away.

In your former body, you wouldn’t have been able to move as quickly as you were. Haphazardly jumping onto trees and plants, avoiding the Thanator’s claws and attempts at pouncing. Still, it didn't mean you were a pro at it, at least not as good as Neytiri or Ezì. But it was enough. Enough to keep you alive.

You just needed a way to lose it. Since your oh so generous teacher didn’t give you a weapon to defend yourself, losing it was the only option. As you kept going, you chanced a glance at the Thanator, finding it still on your tail and nearly grabbing it. You had to think fast.

Ahead of you was a vine hanging low from a taller tree. You jumped up and grabbed onto it, the Thanator missing you by inches at another attempt at pouncing toward you. Using what little upper body strength you had, you climbed up the vine as fast as you could, with the Thanator still growling at you from below.

One thing you knew for sure, well as for as your intellect on the subject went, they weren’t climbers. God you hoped they weren’t.

But of course, things couldn’t be easy for you.

When you got to a branch that was higher up than the one you had been on with Ezì, you spotted the Thanator making its way toward you by pouncing from tree to tree. And it was moving pretty fast too.

Damn those creatures!

Again, you leaped onto a nearby leaf, sliding down to another until you reached another branch. You looked up, stopping. The Thanator was nowhere in sight. And it was far too quiet.

For a moment, you wondered if Ezì was nearby, watching you with an annoying smug expression on his face. You thought about calling to him, but you weren’t going to be that reckless. That stupid.

This scenario, this training method, chillingly reminded you of your time training with Quaritch. He had taken it upon himself to teach you to fight when your father couldn’t. And you had asked him to, you were determined to be strong like him and your father. That part of you was long gone. But at least you learned one thing from him.

Always be aware of your surroundings.

Your ears twitched, your hands searched the ground beneath you until you found a long thick stick that if upon further inspection you’d see it used to be a smaller branch. But it was enough.

Leaves shuffling behind you gave you the go ahead turn around and swing as hard as you could.

And your swing had connected with something solid. The black blur of the Thanator toppled off from the hit and fell through the big leaves. You waited and waited until you heard a thud from below.

After waiting a few more seconds, you finally climbed down. Albeit clumsy, you managed to make it down without slipping or injuring yourself.

Ezì was already there, kneeling down next to the limb Thanator. He was mumbling something, words you could barely hear before he stabbed the creature with his spear. The creature went still after a few seconds and then Ezì stood to face you with an unreadable expression.

You tried not to think about the fact Quaritch would do the same thing. Examine you from head to toe, calculating without you knowing it until his words come. That’s what Ezì did with you. Out of habit, you waited for judgment.

Ezì finally spoke, “You’re quick on your feet. That could be useful.” He circled you, poked at the arm that held the branch. “Perhaps you’d do well with a spear…mmm, yes. A bow would slow you down…”

“Could’ve used one by the way.” You commented with a huff, dropping the branch to the ground. “The thing could’ve killed me.”

“But it didn’t.” Ezì smirked. “You are like Olo’eyktan. Adaptable. But a faster learner than he was.” You tried not to seem impressed by those words. You’d tease Jake about it later. “But you have a long way to go, tsmuke. Are you prepared for that?”

You shrugged, a determined look set on your face, “I wouldn't be here if I wasn’t.”

“That’s right.” Ezì smirked. “You wouldn’t be. Come. The sun is still high. We have much more to do.”

And you spent the entirety of the day scouring the forest with Ezì. He taught you all about the forest through minced words and a lot more action. Let’s just say, he liked putting you in dangerous situations. Though, he says it’s so you could adapt quicker and always be prepared to act without having to think about it.

Before dinner had arrived, you had spent the last of your day learning how to bond with a direhorse. For the first few hours you had failed but you were so determined to get it right, that you spent nearly half the entire day on it, despite Ezì telling you it didn’t have to be mastered in one day.

But eventually, you were able to stay on and bond with your new direhorse. Ezì, both impressed and reluctant, made you ride around to test if the bond was actually made. And you did. And it was amazing, almost relieving as you galloped through the forest with Ezì right next to you. This time he allowed himself to be impressed.

“Well done, tsmuke!” He grinned at you. “Well done!”

A smile broke out onto your face. Because you realized right then, what you felt was nothing close to your former training. It didn’t feel as gratifying as this. As proud. You always felt like you had to keep earning something, even if you were making progress. You still do, deep down, you knew that taming a direhorse wasn’t enough to be one of The People. You knew you had a lot more to do, a long way to go.

But it was looking pretty alright.

You came to dinner that night on your direhorse, surprising both Jake and Neytiri. But the kids' eyes widened in excitement.

“Horsy!” Kiri giggled excitedly as she ran toward you.

“Kiri.” Neytiri scolded but her face didn’t match the sternness she tried to muster. She followed after the child while looking up at you impressively, “Ezì is teaching you well then.”

You grinned as you picked up Kiri and sat her down in front of you on the direhorse, “Nah, I’m just a good student—get this Jake, he says I’m better than you, but I think we already knew that…”

“Ha. Ha.” Jake rolled his eyes, “I was not that bad.”

Neytiri grinned, “Ma’Jake, you were worse.” You laughed as you slowly rode around them, Kiri giggling in your arms. “You fell off so many times, face dirty every time. It took you two weeks to be able to tame yours.”

“Okay, okay, she doesn’t need to know all of that.” He sent Neytiri a look despite the smile he tried fighting back. “Besides, the flying is a lot better anyway.”

“I want to fly!” Kiri shouted, waving her arms around. Lo’ak began following behind the direhorse, asking for turns to get a ride.

“You will one day, baby girl.” Jake smiled fondly up at the two of you.

“My turn! My turn!” Lo’ak said to you as you pulled your direhorse to a stop.

You grinned down at the younger boy, “Alrighty.” You heaved him up and placed him down in front of you and Kiri in front of him. “Hold onto your sister.”

“Tell us more stories!” Neteyam said from next to his father.

Neytiri thought for a moment as you continued circling around them. “When I met your father—”

“God no!” Jake sighed, cringing as both you and Neytiri laughed. “We’ve already told the story, Neytiri. We fell in love and the end.”

You purse your lips, “I know I wasn’t there but I’m definitely sure it didn’t happen like that.”

“It did not.” Neytiri confirmed.

Soon Neytiri began telling the children about how Jake and her met. It sounded as if she had told the story many times before and so had Jake who chimed in every once in a while. Eventually, you got off your direhorse and set both Kiri and Lo’ak down as they listened to the story.

As Neytiri finished, Neteyam looked at you curiously. And in that adorable way where he tilted his head up at you as you stood behind Jake, yellow eyes looking at you curiously. “How did you meet, sempul?”

You hummed thoughtfully, the day you met him clear as day in your mind. “Well, unlike your mother, I did not want to kill him at first.”

“But you were definitely thinkin’ it.” Jake commented as you knelt down behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh I was.” You paused thoughtfully before continuing, “My sa’nok actually introduced us. In a way she set us up.” And so you told a lighter tale of how both you and Jake met. From when you were humans, from your time together in the Hallelujah Mountains, and up until the war with the Sky People which you told them cleverly that they’d have to wait until they were older to hear the rest of that part.

Eventually, after finally getting the children to eat and put to bed, Jake pulled you toward a random direction, “Jake, the hammock’s that way.”

He chuckled, “Ssh and follow me. I’m gonna show you somethin’.”

“Show me what?”

From behind you, Neytiri grinned, squeezing your shoulders, “The stars!”

Before you were about to say something dumb like “I already see the stars”, you soon realized what they meant when they led you to their two ikrans. Neytiri stepped away from you and got on her own. Jake led you to his, pulling you up to sit behind him.

The last time you had rode with him on his ikran was five years ago and one of the few good moments the two of you had shared together, after seeing each other in your avatars for the first time. Now you sit behind him again, wrapping your arms around your mate confidently while past you would’ve been hesitant and shy about it.

“You remember what to do?” He grinned at you over his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You pinched his waist.

With that, the ikrans took off. The wind whipping your face, caressing your ears and ruffling your hair. The forest below you and the sky…Neytiri was right.

They were taking you to see the stars.

As you flew, you leaned over a bit, holding onto Jake’s shoulders, to get a better look at his ikran. You never realized how beautiful yet vicious they were, how elegant they flew.

A grin tugged at your lips, “I have to get me one of these.”

Neytiri let out a hoot, smiling as she flew next to you and Jake.

You felt Jake’s hand tap your thigh, gaining your attention toward one of the moons. You had never seen it so clearly, even back when you rode with Jake for the first time, you had never seen anything as beautiful as the moon in the sky.

Your laugh was mixed with Neytiri’s excited shouts. And your eyes danced from the sky to meet Jake’s who looked back at you fondly, holding your hands tightly around his waist.

And in that moment, you hoped for more like it.

This peaceful life wasn’t so bad.

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hadakzu · 5 months

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Hawks x gn! reader, comfort for trauma.

I started to write this about year ago when I had bit hard times so this is very self included lmao. Tried to write it so it could be perceived different ways.

Content warnings:

Talk of trauma and flashbacks (not specified), nightmare, panic attack, small mention of dying in context of the panic attack, mentioning of yelling. (not happening in present time)

Sending warm hugs, remember to take care of yourselves! <3

Hawks was very observant person, noticing the sings almost immediately, something was on your mind, bothering you. He was trained to pay attention to the smallest details after all, it came with the job and not something he could just turn off.

And when it came to you, he had always had his eyes close on you, learning your own unique patterns and behavior around different situations, feelings and emotions. Determined to learn and understand you and how your mind worked better. How could he not? The man couldn't pull his eyes off of you, his mind off of you, he adored you. Especially now that you two had been together for a good while, he knew what sings to look out for, he knew when your trauma had started to get the better of you again. He knew you. No point hiding it.

That said, he was usually here to help you within the same day you would start getting these flashbacks and vivid memories. Helping you through the uncomfortable, and terrifying feelings. When everything felt like it was happening all over again, right in this moment.

Even though you weren't physically there, I mean.. you were literally just sitting on your bed, trying to shake off the thoughts. If only he was here.. He always made you feel more grounded, more present, more safe, more seen, understood. Even at the times when you didn't understand yourself. Like.. seriously.. what was wrong with you..? this wasn't even the same house as back then! There was nothing happening that should remind you of it at all! You were alone. Away from that time, it happened years ago, you were safe now. Things were supposed to be different now.. better now.

But it did not feel like that. Sure, you weren't physically there, but that didn't mean your mind wasn't, that it didn't feel like everything that happened back then, wouldn't be happening now all over again. Like it never even ended. Feeling like you were stuck, in that certain period of time, with no way out, trapped from the outside world.

Always haunting you at the back off your mind.

You couldn't even move, frozen stuck in a memory that shouldn't even have this tight of a grib on you in the first place. Hell not anymore at least. It already had been.. what.. four years by now..? Why couldn't you just let go? Move on? It's not like things were like that anymore. Your life was different now, things were better, life was better. It's all in the past now.

Or so it should have.

It couldn't have been any worse timing for all of this to come down either.. There had been few smaller triggers building up each day.. Of course right when he had had to leave for a one of his longer missions. Usually he would come back home at least for the night. Unlucky you, he hadn't been here last night, not here when you had woken up out of breath, from the distressing nightmare you had. Slightly shaking as the image right before waking, kept replaying in your head. You rarely even had any nightmares, but when you did, it was usually about that time. Making you feel terrible and paranoid for the rest of the night.

That nightmare had been the last trigger that would later that day, pop up in your head again. You had felt so powerless, trapped, scared.. So out of control.. just like you hadn't had any control over what happened those years ago. Just like you didn't have any control over yourself right now.. You were just.. frozen.. unable to move or think rationally. Shaking.. and.. crying? Were you.. crying?

Why..? Everything was fine. You were fine. You were just being dramatic, overreacting. The panic attack you were starting to have right now? it was fine.. It happened, it would go away. It would go away. Why did your mind and body have to make such a big deal out of this.. it was fine!

..or maybe not. Definitely not. You were not fine. Nothing was fine.

You were barely functioning, spacing out every other minute. Trying to power through it at first. Standing up, only to end up staring in front of you for a good few minutes, then snapping back out from it to continue doing- ..Whatever it was that you were doing, you couldn't really remember. Feeling bit hazy from all of this, overwhelmed and tired, feeling like you weren't really in your right head space.

This had continued few hours now, every now and then feeling small hope, like maybe, just maybe your thoughts would finally leave you alone, stopping from reminding you of it all. Get rid of the heavy pressure on your chest, feeling paralyzed and tense, caused by all the unwanted memories. All the noises and talking in your head.. everything was so loud, you could hear the yelling, remember the words... There was sobbing... Although that one could be just coming from you.. You didn't realize when, but you were straight out bawling your heart and eyes out. It was the kind of cry that left you gasping for air but still feeling like you couldn't breathe, adding to the panic and fear you were feeling.. This was it.. this couldn't possibly get any better.. this was way too much.. everything was too much.. you couldn't stop, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't handle this.. you were probably going to die from th-

"..dove?"

You suddenly stopped crying.. or more like your body froze from the unexpected voice, coming from outside of your thoughts. Your brain trying to process who that voice belonged to. It wasn't just another voice in your head. It was more soft and familiar, nothing like the voices you had been listening for the past hours, yelling, crying.. no.. this voice was different. It was more.. gentle, caring, worried too. This was voice belonged to someone you really cared for.. You would recognize that voice anywhere. This was his voice. Keigo's voice. Keigo was home.

He was finally home.

You hadn't heard him landing on the balcony, too drowned in your own head and thoughts, hearing only your loud gasps and sobs, along the heavy thoughts screaming in your mind.

As soon as you heard his voice, you could feel a feather flying up to you, brushing over your hand and arm in a soothing manner, another one carefully caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. Sending more feathers hovering around you and the house, making sure you weren't hurt. He made his way towards you, first inspecting the house from any intruders just in case.

There weren't any. Not ones that his feathers could sense at least, not ones seen by eyes but felt. There was only the thoughts that had intruded their way into your head, finding the the deepest darkest places in there. Never asking for a permission, trying to bring it all back to the surface, creating huge waves that threatened to drown you along them. When all you wanted from life was to move on. A cruel game you couldn't quite just hop out of.. a play you wished you had already won.. but apparently had not.. Those cruel thoughts had won over once again. They had been too strong. Feeling like a fresh wound that would never heal, as life always kept ripping it back open, over and over again.

"Oh, dove.. I'm here now, love. It's okay, you're safe now, you're safe here. Just let it out, it's okay"

The feather caressing your hand was pretty soon replaced by one of his own, as he sat next to you with a concerned look, trying to figure how to best help you come back to the shore, away from those cold thoughts.

He had a strong hunch of what was going on. There weren't many things that could bring this kind of fear and panic in you. Not many things affected you this strongly. He had seen this happening before. It was pretty clear.

This was the cause of your trauma.

He wanted nothing more than being able to take the pain of yours away, and all the heaviness that came with it. The pain that in your own words felt sometimes excruciating. Wishing he could take it all and turn them into a harmless distant memory, like a light feathers, that were still strong enough to lift you up from all of this, not wet heavy ones bringing you down on the sea. Instead ones lifting all the distress and burden that had kept building up over the years. He just wanted to take them all of off your chest.. To give you a wings strong enough to prevent you from drowning in those tears.. in those memories.. He more than anything just wanted to see you be okay. To be happy and free of your pain.

Because he knew.. What it felt like having to carry the heavy burden on your back alone.. When sometimes the feathers life had given you, the once supposed to keep you high in the sky, were the reason that actually dragged you down.. Weighting on you instead of lifting you up.. It wasn't fair, it shouldn't have to be like that, you shouldn't have to feel like this.. He didn't want you to feel like that. To feel alone.

He wanted to be there to lift you up. When everything felt like it was forever turned upside-down, he wanted to be there to help you to bring it back up. He wished to be a safe place for you, around all the chaos, someone you could lean on.

To be there like no one never had with him before, not physically at least ..or emotionally really either. All those years, fighting his past alone.. The plushie of a Endeavor could only help so much.. It was everything he had had before you, only one allowed to see the more vulnerable sides of him.

He wanted you to have more than that.

To actually have someone by your side, when everything became too much for a one person to carry alone. He wanted you to know you were not alone, and would never be, as long as he was still here alive and breathing. You didn't have to go through this alone. He wouldn't let you. His wings were strong enough to carry you both for sure. His wings were wide enough to shield you when you felt at your vulnerablest, most exposed. They could keep you safe. He would make sure you felt safe and cared.

You stared at his hand, resting over yours. You tried to stop shaking, tried to stop crying, tried to say something.. but the only voice leaving you was your loud sobs and hitched breathing, as you broke down once again.

For some reason having him here resulted in you breaking down even harder. Now that he was here, seeing you in this state. You just couldn't hold it back anymore. But fortunately both his wings and arms were safe enough, so that when he carefully asked if he could wrap them around you, you let him. Because he was safe, Keigo was safe. Keigo made you feel safe.

When you gave him the okay, he carefully pulled you into a tight, warm, comforting hug, embracing you fully. His presence grounding you a bit more, as your mind finally gave you a permission to give in, to let it all out, no holding back. You just sobbed into his chest without thinking no more, you just had to let it out, and he would let you. It was okay to do so now.

Finally feeling seen and safe, unable to hold your emotions back anymore. It all just came down, after hours of trying to fight against them. You simply let them flow. Crying in his arms as he held you against him close, caressing and drawing soothing shapes on your back. Not caring about the wet mess you had created on his shirt from your tears and snot. All that mattered to him right now was you, and making sure he was there for you. Whether you needed to ear to listen, or just a shoulder to cry on. Whatever it was that helped you out, he would provide. He would give you anything you needed in this moment. Keigo would do anything to sooth down his hurting dove. Kissing the top of your head, whispering comforting words to your ears while simply letting you know he was there. Telling you he cared.

If no one else had been there to show how much they cared for you before, he definetely was. He cared so much.. and this? This was something he cared about. His love and care wasn't limited or tied to a how useful you could be. He didn't only care when you shined, he still cared for you, when you weren't at your best, when you were feeling at your lowest, when you felt most undeserving of his love and care. He cared. Especially in those moments, he cared. He wasn't afraid to show it either. His unconditional love for you was strong.

When you felt like no one could possibly ever understand, he did. He saw you, all of you. He saw the pain and hurt in your eyes. How it had slowly built up, the heavy burden on your shoulders pushing you down.

He saw it all. He cared and loved all of those parts, even the most messiest ones. Especially the messiest ones.

You weren't alone anymore, he was right there with you. Fighting these demons of yours together. You didn't have to face them alone, or suffer in silence because of them. He was going to be there, right besides you, no matter what life threw your way. Keigo would always be here.

It was going to be okay.. it was going to be okay.. he was here.. you weren't alone anymore. You weren't alone, he wouldn't leave you suffering alone with this. Keigo would always be there for you, like you were there for him. He would stay. He would always stay.

After crying your eyes out and successfully wetting his shirt due it. Your sobs had slowly started to calm down, some of the tension in your body had started to dissappear, replaced by extremely tiredness that went through your body. After that intense, both emotionally exhausting, yet somehow relieving moment, you felt drained, empty. It felt like every piece of energy had left your body through your tears. You were simply just exhausted from the past few days. Earlier feeling way too many things, while now not sure what you were really even feeling.. Expect a bit more warm and grounded, more safe now.

You had no idea how much time had passed. Only thing you could be sure of, was that he was here, supporting you through this the whole way.

And right now? You really needed a good night sleep, huddled close to him. Protecting you from the outside world. Maybe this time you could actually sleep too, and preferably not see anymore nightmares.. but if you did. At least this time he would be here, help you calm down from the fear. That you could be sure of.

He's presence and words were silencing the insecurities and cruel thoughts in your head. Slowly being replaced by his love and care, focusing on him and how he made you feel instead.

"C'mon love, let's get you some sleep, alright? I promise I'm not going anywhere, I'll keep an eye on you through the night. Nothing is going to hurt you. You're safe here, I'm here."

You could hear his heartbeat, it was calming, grounding. A yawn escaping your lips, you were indeed tired, your mind had being going for hundreds miles a minute way too long.

"We can talk more about what made you feel like this in the morning, alright? I want to hear everything that's been on your mind these past few days, but right now. You need some rest. Let's take it easy, okay? I love you so much dear."

He kissed your forehead while you let out a breath of air, it felt good to breathe again, even if you felt heavy all the other ways. Sleeping could probably help you a bit, you weren't really in a state to speaking right now. You needed to get your mind off now, focusing on just resting by his side.

He would help you to lie down on the bed, trying to not overwhelm your head. Carefully wrapping his arms around you, getting you comfortable cuddled close against his chest, keeping you in safe loving arms. He was worried for sure, but he kept himself calm for your sake, refraining from asking too much of it all, it would be too much for you right now. He would be patient waiting for you to feel more calm, ready to share, a moment when you could properly talk what was going on in your mind.

Moment of silent as he hugged you tight, afraid of letting you out of sight. He knew how much this still hurt you, this wasn't something overcomed over night. It took time to properly process the hurt and pain, slowly trying healing from it took time. But he would be here, he understood, sometimes it hit harder, and sometimes it was almost forgotten. Healing wasn't linear, it had it ups and downs. One thing was sure, he would help you through it all, he loved you afterall. You were his beautiful dove with a beautiful heart, seeing you like this didn't change anything at all.

"..I love you Kei, thank you for being here.."

Those were the last words you would whisper to his chest. Close under his wings, he could hear your heartbeat calmer than a moment ago. Breathing slower, more peaceful now. You were going to fall asleep, wrapped tightly safe in his arms. You could talk about this when the sun rose up, now you needed to rest up.

Honestly you would probably still feel like shit the next morning, when you would have to wake up. You would definitely feel the sensitivity puffy eyes.. Having episode like this, took out energy a lot.

But it was okay.

You were going to recover from this moment and move on, luckily he was by your side. Even if it took a bit of time, he would help you recharge, feeling better whatevere the next day would bring up. He would listen and be there.

It was okay to be broken sometimes, nothing few of his kisses couldn't help heal after a while. Well.. even if it wasn't exactly that simple, it was a nice start. You would heal within your own time, and he would be here no matter what.

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Indiscreet - 05. In the Mood for Love Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: This is it. The Big Moment. Chapter warning: NSFW, NC-17, mature, no minors allowed. Discussion of safety, oral (both you and Javi), PIV, dirty talk, daddy kink (not the DDLG kind), age gap (mid 20s and mid 40s). Word count: 9.8k

Playlist: Dress - Taylor Swift So It Goes

Author's note: I had this in the queue two years ago, then life got in the way and I abandoned it. I've decided to return because I feel I have a responsibility to finish what I started, so here it is, the very long awaited smut chapter!

I've also decided to tweak the previous chapters a lot because I've changed as a person in these two years, so it's better to reread those first, as a refresher too. When I first started writing this, it was going to be about a pandemic/quarantine romance - it was initially inspired by The Bubble's premise anyway. But... that's old news now, and I don't feel like going back to that space of mind. You fall in love under different circumstances now.

Enjoy and apologies for my absence. I promise to be here more often!

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Day 9

The wrap party is held at the villa where you’d been filming for the past week. All of the cast and crew members are present except for one glaring absence – Dieter Bravo. He’d left the set faster than Óscar could even announce it’s a wrap. In full costume, no less.

Javi has to do something about that. Dieter’s a brilliant actor, that’s undeniable, but his public image hasn’t been positive lately. Hunger Strike helped him sweep the awards season, and if Dieter could be a little more professional, Javi wouldn’t mind pushing the campaign for his work in this too. He’s lucky he physically resembles Javi a little… As long as Javi keeps writing self-insert characters into his scripts, Dieter will always have a job waiting.

The dinner part of the party is over – people are scattered around the garden mingling and draining the last bottles of champagne and making plans for the few days off until work resumes in London.

“Óscar,” you sit down between him and Javi. They have settled on the chairs they dragged to the corner to overlook the sea while they drink and smoke. “I’m gonna go with those guys. They’ll drive me back.”

Your head nudges towards the group laughing boisterously on the steps of the villa. Some are crew, some are your co-stars that you’ve been working with since the start of the production, and some are new local actors hired just for the duration of the shoot here. They’ve made such a tight knit group you’re surprised that they even asked you to come along at all.

“Taking the party elsewhere?” Óscar asks.

“Yeah… we’re going to Saint-Tropez.”

“We could go with you. If you want.” Javi carefully masks his hopeful tone.

“We’re gonna hit up some clubs...”

“You’re way too old for that.” Óscar slaps Javi on the shoulder.

“Right,” Javi drinks the rest of his cognac in one gulp and pours another, since he’s not going anywhere tonight by the looks of it. “Might displace my hip on the dance floor or something.”

You laugh. “You’re good. It’s just… I never went out with any of them, so… could be fun.”

“Oh my God, go, we’re not your parents,” Óscar shoos you. “Just be on the boat on time tomorrow. And ask the others, too.”

“Will do, Dad.”

Javi chokes on his drink and Óscar snorts. He gets up when the cinematographer and boom operator drunkenly call for his attention. “Have fun, kid.”

“Take care of yourself. Don’t drink too much.” Javi says once Óscar is safely out of hearing distance. He didn’t see you drinking at all during dinner despite the free flowing alcohol and now he suspects it’s because you’ve planned on going all out for the after party. He doesn’t mean to be controlling, but he’s supportive of your intention to cut back and he doesn’t really trust that party crowd to look after you. Not that he thinks you couldn’t do it yourself, but it would give him a peace of mind if you were going to be inebriated.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that. I just feel like I should go. They’re my castmates. I haven’t spent much time with them, or even at all.” All thanks to the man sitting across from you, but you have no regrets. “And, you know, networking.”

“We both know you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he grins. “Where are you going? Do you know yet?”

“No, but probably something really cliche like Les Caves or VIP.”

“Is Elise coming too? I don’t see her.”

“She left. Like ten minutes ago. Don’t ask me how I know and don’t tell anyone, but she’s following Dieter.”

Oh, shit. Javi’s eyes go wide.

“Hey, don’t ask.”

Javi is incredulous. Is he that oblivious to even his actors now? He’s on set most days and he always keeps a closer eye on them to anticipate any on set drama. He’s known them both for as long as he’s been in the industry and he usually could get a good read on these things. Takes one to know one. Maybe he’s really been that distracted.

“What about Ross? Is he coming with you?”

“Yeah. Why?” A coy smile slowly forms on your lips.

“Nothing. I heard he asked you out.” He looks away from you into the distance.

You fake a gasp. “Were you eavesdropping on me?”

“He was pretty damn loud about it.”

“Then you know I told him I have a boyfriend, right?”

“I thought so. The way his face fell. If only he could emote that well on camera.”

“Javi! That’s mean!”

“You know I’m not wrong.”

He’s right. You might be new, but you figured a while ago Ross couldn’t have been cast for his talents but rather his heartthrob status for maximum PR.

“So who’s the boyfriend?” Javi playfully side eyes you and you nudge your knee to his. “Can’t be me, too old for that.”

“Uh huh. Let’s see…” You pretend to think. “Man-friend? Lover?”

Javi groans and makes a face.

“Ooh, I know,” you look at him seductively. “Daddy.”

“Careful.” Fuck.

“Wow… I…” your eyes widen. This is definitely interesting. “...can’t wait to explore that.”

“It only sounds hot coming from you.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Any cute nicknames for me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He throws you a teasing glance. “You could’ve found out an hour from now, give or take.” You look at him in question, so he continues. “I have a whole surprise planned – had.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“‘Surprise’ being the key word there, babe.”

“I could tell them–”

“No, forget I said anything. Go have fun.”

“But–”

“Honey. We can’t exactly hang out with each other’s friends, so when you have the chance to be with them, you go, okay? I’ll be fine.” He might be seeing things but he swears he sees your eyes tear up… with relief. Why do you need permission so badly?

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

“I can’t promise I’ll still be up. I’m ooooold.” He leans back on his chair, taking his time to admire you in your low cut dress under the guise of having a casual, professional conversation.

“Hm, so is it your idea or Óscar’s to go to the casino tomorrow? That’s some old people shit.” The lightness comes back in your tone.

“Noitsnot.” Javi answers too quickly.

“Yeah, right. Looking forward to playing the jackpot?”

“I’ll have you know I’ll sweep you at poker.”

“If you say so. I’ll make sure to wear something interesting to distract you.”

“That’s cheating but I’ll allow it.”

“And meanwhile,” you shift so he could get a better look at your cleavage. “Think about what could’ve happened if you’d told me your plans first.”

“Ah, so my usual thoughts. That’s easy.”

“Yeah, mine too.” Your voice drops to a whisper. “I didn’t come last night, daddy.”

He suppresses a groan. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I had to. You made me so wet.”

“I offered to take care of you, baby.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t come. I wanted to wait for you.”

“Fuck.”

“Well, now we’re even. See you tomorrow.”

You get up and leave to join your friends, leaving him hard and wanting as he pulls out a new cigarette.

✧✧

Day 10

You are positively trying to kill him today. As if the thought of you touching yourself right under his room wasn’t enough to make his balls about to explode, now you’re lounging in the red one piece that drove him crazy a couple of months ago. He tries hard, very hard, to look at literally anything else. He hopes no one notices how long he’s been ‘taking pictures’ of the oceanic view.

And it gets worse. When it’s time to dress up to the nines for the night, he puts on a light blue suit jacket, but you… you go beyond what you promised. You arrive last to the casino and in that moment, it’s as if everything in the room stops. It stirs something in him too when he sees people checking you out as you walk past them.

“You look so handsome.” You tell him once you’re close enough. Óscar had gone straight to the high rollers table upon arrival, taking a few crew members on his dime. But Javi’s content with sitting around nursing his drink, waiting for you.

“This isn’t fair.” He gives you a quick once over.

“You like it?” You’re not usually one to wear something so revealing, but Javi makes you bold. You were saving this up for a proper date with him back in London, but there’s no time like the present. You can’t even be shy about showing so much because you need to elicit his reaction.

“It’s fucking fantastic.”

“You should see it on the floor.”

He drops his head and sighs heavily, then he points his drink towards the slot machines. “One round and we’re leaving.”

“What happened to poker? Are you chickening out?” You challenge him.

“No, but it takes much more time.”

“Excuses, excuses…” From here, you can see Óscar in your line of sight. “Why don’t we leave after he wins? Then he’ll be busy with the next round to notice us, right?”

“That’d be a while. He sucks.”

“Go and help him, then. Oh, how are we getting back?”

“We’re not. I’m getting us a suite.”

“I don’t know about that. It’s a lot less private around here. People talk.”

You’re right, and logistically it’s more difficult to explain both of your absences for the night and potentially tomorrow morning. The yacht isn’t an option, either.

“Let’s Uber, then.”

“Yeah, we can’t do that. It doesn’t work here.”

He studies your face while he calculates his options. “Sit tight, I have an idea.”

✧

The ‘idea’ turns out to be buying a fellow gambler’s car with his winnings. Of all things you expected to happen today, finding yourself in the backseat of a Pagani was not one. Javi was a few hundred thousand short but he didn’t think the guy cared that much. From the way he had been gawking at Javi and Óscar since they walked in, he probably would’ve given it away for free. His immaculate taste in cars was just a nice bonus. Plus, the color matches his suit.

“I just have to send his kids some signed merch and arrange them a tour of the Beskar set. Great deal, huh?”

“You billionaires are weird.” You shake your head in amusement.

He starts the car and the revving attracts a few passersby. “What did you tell Óscar?”

“That I’m tired and everyone else is busy having fun. He didn’t even blink.”

“Let’s hope they’ll keep him occupied ‘til tomorrow.”

The two of you ride in silence, enjoying the vast view of hills and sea, away from the city lights. Javi is relaxed and concentrated, and it gives you a warm, calm feeling seeing him this way.

“It’s been a long time since I drove a sports car. This is a vast improvement from the last one, though, definitely.” He looks over to your side, clearly enjoying his time. “Better looking passenger, too.”

“Pfft, come on! So cheesy.”

“I’m serious… It was with Nic.” Javi says with a chuckle. “You should’ve seen how everyone was looking at you.”

“Can’t say I noticed.”

“Hmm-mm. They were.”

“Did you like it? Or were you jealous?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I get jealous when I see other women checking you out. I’m not too proud to admit that.”

“But they don’t hold a candle to you. So don’t worry.”

“Same here. Don’t want anyone else.”

You caress his arm up to his shoulder where he turns his head to give your hand a kiss. Then you lightly travel down to tug at the buttons on his stomach, then his belt, then the zipper of his pants… you let out a soft moan when he involuntarily bucks towards your hand. Feeling brave, and to his surprise, you cup him over the material and he lets out a heavy groan.

“Behave, baby. You keep that up and we won’t make it there.”

“Okay, but drive faster. Feels so heavy, Javi. I want it all in me. Make it fit.” Turning him on turns you on.

His hands on the steering wheel turn white. “Fuck yes baby you’re gonna take it. Wearing that dress like you’re begging to be fucked. I knew everyone in there pictured your bare tits.”

Oh. Your jaw drops. That’s… unexpected. You squeeze him in response and he immediately takes away your hand to clasp it above his knee.

“You’re so fucking naughty. Teasing me every day.” Javi’s deep voice drops a few more octaves and it makes you squirm. “What happened to waiting, hm?”

“I can’t. I’m tired of fingering myself to sleep, every night.”

“Yeah? What did you think about when you did it?”

“Yours in me… mine aren’t thick enough, Javi,” you sigh from your own admission. “Your tongue. Feeling your mustache on me. You stretching m–”

You gasp when Javi suddenly grips your hand tightly. You’ve never seen Javi look this intense before. His nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and his breathing becomes so heavy you can hear it in the silence.

“Want you fucking my mouth, daddy,” you continue, making him grip you again to the point of almost hurting.

“You–” His mouth forms into a snarl. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You bring up his hand that grips you to run his thumb along your lips to nibble on it. You do the same to each finger, eyes looking at him putting all his effort into concentrating on the road ahead. He finally turns his head when you slip his middle finger past your lips to the knuckle, giving it a languid, sensual suck. A teaser of what’s to come.

“Fuck, baby. You have to stop.” Javi lets out a moan as he focuses back on the road and you keep swirling your tongue around him, rubbing the underside back and forth as if it were–

You have an idea.

You hope you won’t crash and die on these hills.

Your other hand makes a quick work hiking up your dress and your mouth lets go of his finger and you guide your hand and his between your thighs and–

Javi lets out an angry growl when his hand meets your soaked panties. “You get this wet from talking?”

“It’s you, Javi…” He starts rubbing you through the material and you throw your head back on the seat, moving your hips along with his movement.

Then you have another idea.

You recline the seat, shimmy your ruined panties off, and drape your leg over the console to spread yourself open. The cold that hits you is nothing compared to the warmth of his massive hand so close to your center. Javi’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of their sockets. He can’t see you clearly in the dark, but he can definitely feel your wetness on the leather.

“Please, Javi… I don’t wanna wait.”

Javi mutters something under his breath, his one hand on the wheel shaking. He didn’t plan on doing this here, or even tonight. He was going to surprise you with a private dinner the other night, and tonight he only wanted to take you back to the villa just so you could stop pretending you’re just coworkers when work is already done - for the time being, anyway. He thought it would be PG at best, but… he’s not complaining. But he’s driving, and he’s thisclose to losing control.

But on the other hand, is your exposed pussy begging for his touch. And Javi’s only a man.

So Javi decides to be a gentleman and give you what you ask for. He starts by running his hand over your mound, groaning at the smoothness. Then he moves his hand further down and spreads your wetness over his hand and yourself, fingers parting your lips along the way. You don’t dare to look down because even a mere glance of Javi’s hand working on you would make you come, you’re sure of it.

But you do anyway, just as his finger starts to rub your clit in circular motions, making you fall back on the seat with a loud moan. He continues and puts more pressure as you squirm and writhe, restrained by the seatbelt across your torso, keening sounds filling the small space.

He wishes he could watch you. Maybe he should pull over, get you off, then drive again after you’re both satisfied? But he really doesn’t wanna do it in a car that hasn’t even been his for an hour. You deserve better, somewhere more comfortable, even when you’re so desperate now.

Luckily the GPS says they’re only 5 minutes away.

5 minutes too long.

“Javi…” your pleading moan takes him back into the situation at hand, and he gets the hint. You need more.

So he gives you more. His middle finger prods your entrance and enters you without warning, making you bite your lip in pleasure. Your two that usually keep you busy on many lonely nights is nothing in comparison to his thick one. His knuckles on the steering wheel go white when you clench around him as he tries to find your spot without even looking in your direction.

3 minutes.

Should he, or should he not make you come? It’s fucking hot, seeing you grip the armrest and your toes curling, hearing you loudly cry when he adds another finger, the squelch of your pussy equally as loud as your wanton moans to his ears. DRIVEDRIVEDRIVEyouresocloseDRIVEsoclose

The GPS doesn’t even get to announce your arrival before he carelessly parks the car in the driveway. His fingers leave your core to your dismay and he doesn’t give you a moment before pulling his seatbelt off and lurches on to you, grabbing your face in a passionate kiss and smearing your wetness on his fingers on your neck.

“Javi…” you try to get a word in between kisses. “Let’s– let’sgoinsidebaby–”

Reluctantly he pulls back from you, eyes as dark as the night. With a heavy sigh, Javi exits the car and helps you out, your panties forgotten on the floor.

✧

Javi opens the front door and doesn’t even get to turn on the lights when a moaning sound from somewhere inside freezes you both.

“Óscar…?” Javi tries, as much as he knows it couldn’t be him. The moans persist and turn into groans. “Uh… stay here. Call security, please, honey.”

“NO!”

“Dieter?!” Javi says incredulously to which the man answers with another groan. You close the door and follow Javi to the living room.

“Hey, man. Sorry to crash.”

Dieter is passed out on the couch, hair strewn in every direction, barely dressed in a pair of boxers and a wrinkled green bathroom robe. He’s holding a corked bottle of wine that threatens to slip out of his grasp that he clearly struggled to open with his bare hands before. By his feet is a spilled, empty glass of whatever he was having and an unlit joint that already burned a hole through the velvet material. It’s a shitshow.

“How did you even get in here?”

“I climbed. Your security is shit.”

“Yeah, thanks. Why are you here?”

“Why are you so pissy?”

At that moment, you come into his view and Dieter’s reddened eyes stare at you quizzically before noticing your smeared lipstick… and your see-through front that you try to cover as much as you can with your very small clutch.

And then he has the audacity to drop his gaze onto Javi’s tented lap.

“Oooooohhhhh. No fucking way. You’re so dead.”

“Hi… Dieter.” You try to meet his eyes so he wouldn’t look anywhere else, particularly your… private area.

“Holy shit. Does Óscar know?”

You glance at Javi who keeps glaring at Dieter in anger. His patience is running thin.

“Dieter. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”

“I got high and Elise threw a fucking fit because I was balls de– I was with my PA. Don’t look at me all judgy like that. You’re also tapping this hot piece of a–”

“Shut up!” Javi barks. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Chill the fuck out, Javi.” Dieter rolls his eyes and gives you a salute. “Great dress… beautiful dress.”

“Stop.”

“Okay. Damn.”

“Go back to your room, Dieter.”

“Can’t. She’s in there.”

“That’s your problem.”

“You go and fuck each other’s brains out. I’ll sit here and be quiet.”

“Out, Dieter. I give you ten seconds. Ten.” Javi starts counting.

“Really?”

“I’m getting a drink.” You announce to no one. Luckily there’s a throw blanket on the nearest chair and you’re able to swiftly cover yourself in it.

Dieter gets up and stumbles right behind you to the kitchen. “Great idea!”

“Hey!” Javi’s growl echoes throughout the house and he stalks after Dieter, grabbing him by the collar of his robe. “Nine.”

“Let go of me, man.”

“I’ve had it with you, Dieter. You got arrested, you ran off set, you mess around with my crew–”

“Oh and that rule doesn’t apply to you?”

“No, it doesn’t. I make the rules.”

“Yeah? I thought Óscar does.”

“Eight, Dieter. Watch it.”

“Hey, I never asked.” Dieter smirks at you. “How old are you? Twenty?”

“Four years ago, I was.” You tell him nonchalantly at the same time that Javi says “don’t answer him.”

Dieter looks over his shoulder at Javi and barks out a mocking laugh. “You have one year to leave him for Leo. Nice.”

“That’s it, we’re done.” Javi’s grip tightens on Dieter’s robe and he starts to drag him back out. All this male posturing is really wearing you off. You can’t take this back and forth between them anymore. This was supposed to be a fun night for you.

“I have seven more, don’t I?”

“Just… let him stay, Javi. I’m tired anyway.” You let out an exaggerated sigh and fill up another glass with water and put it on the kitchen island, motioning to Dieter that it’s for him. You bury your face in your hands, softly massaging your temples while Javi goes to stand by your side with his back facing Dieter. You reach out until you find his hand and you squeeze it softly, silently assuring him it’s not his fault.

The three of you stand around in silence while Dieter sips his water and Javi eventually stops clenching from anger. When he’s done drinking, Dieter finally looks like he knows what guilt is.

“Sorry for ruining your night.”

“Hmm.” “No shit.” You and Javi reply in unison.

“You two gonna tell Óscar about this?”

“None of your business.” Javi turns around to face him with a finality in his tone. “And whatever is going on with Elise, sort that out before we’re back to filming.”

“I don’t have any more scenes.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I’ve told you I’ve taken up that other job.”

“What other job?”

“Cliff Beasts.”

You snort and raise your head. “Cliff Beasts? Really?”

He shrugs. “Money’s good.”

“Use that for rehab.” Javi snarks.

“Who else is in it?” You sincerely wonder. You were too young to watch the original in theaters when it came out, but the franchise keeps getting more and more ridiculous with each sequel. You keep up just to understand the memes, like everyone does.

“The entire old cast is coming back. Even Carol Cobb.”

“Cool. Love her.”

“And new people your age. They keep telling me they’re from TikTok. What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You dismiss his question. He should stay in the dark about that. The world doesn’t deserve to witness Dieter’s shenanigans on that app.

You rinse your glass and pat Javi’s arm. “I’m going to bed.”

Javi watches you walk away and waits until you close your bedroom door before he scolds Dieter. “You saw nothing, heard nothing. No one will know about this.”

“Okay.”

“One slip up and I won’t vouch for you anymore.”

“Okay.”

“And you’ll be gone tomorrow morning before we’re up. Sort your shit out.”

“Heard you.”

Javi leaves him to go up to his room and he hears Dieter call out a thanks when he’s halfway past the stairs. He has no energy to acknowledge it.

✧

And gone before they’re up, he did. Óscar didn’t even see him when he finally got back around 7 AM and the rest of the day was spent shuffling around to pack. Javi had to arrange the shipment of the new car he acquired too. There was no time to talk about last night, or talk at all, because Javi’s private plane was already waiting on the tarmac for whenever they’re done and ready to leave.

Óscar is passed out from hangover across from him while you occupy the front of the plane. Busy on your phone, as usual. From his position he can somewhat make out an Escher-looking game. There’s only 30 minutes left before the plane lands in London and he has about 15 before Óscar wakes up.

“So,” he moves next to your seat and speaks in a whisper. “Where are you going after we land?”

“I have to check into my hotel. Why are we whispering?”

“Do you want to just stay at mine? For the rest of the shoot?”

It’s very tempting. But logistically it’ll only call attention to you. You can’t exactly get away with staying at the producer’s house for an entire month. It’s bad enough that Ava knows and now Dieter too. “And tell my PA what?”

“That you’re renting your own place? Staying with a friend?”

“They need to know where they’re picking me up every day.”

“That’s easy. I’ll drive you.”

“Yes, that won’t be suspicious at all.”

Javi sighs in defeat. You’re right, again. Óscar stirs in his seat and Javi waits until he stills again to propose his solution. Except Óscar doesn’t and is fully awake now and asking if they’re there yet.

“I’ll text you,” he mouths.

✧✧

London, three days later

What he proposed in the text didn’t come into fruition. He’d told you to check in, repack your necessities, and he’ll pick you up to go to his place. Only go to your hotel when you need new clothes. It’s not a bad idea, but it doesn’t matter anyway because you didn’t even get to unpack before Javi informed you that he’d be busy and couldn’t pick you up.

So you’ve been staying in your room, alone, since you got back, flicking through the script for next week and for a new series Javi sent you this morning. “Ten episodes, HBO. Whichever role you want.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that it turns out acting doesn't interest you that much and someone else would be more grateful for the opportunity. He also told you he offered Dieter the same project, who accepted it on the spot. But Dieter needs to complete Cliff Beasts first before this starts production, so you have time until then to tell Javi.

Who is now calling you. You pick up on the first ring.

“Hey, baby.” His voice sounds tired and it’s barely dark. He’s been occupied with meetings and prep, hence his absence. “Wanna go for dinner in an hour?”

“I just finished eating room service. We could go for drinks, though?”

“I don’t wanna be buzzed. I need to be up early tomorrow,” he lets out a heavy sigh. “I miss you.”

Your heart aches, knowing the effort he puts into his work and how much it means to him and Óscar. You know how badly he wants his production company to be on par with the big league studios. You know how much thought and research and passion he puts into each of his films. All of that doesn’t even count running his family business on top of everything too - the legal one, the only one that still exists. It hasn’t been the same since a new guy took over from his ex and because of that Javi has to be more hands on in every decision making, or so he told you.

“Miss you too. Where are you right now?”

“Amsterdam.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Didn’t I tell you this morning?”

Definitely no, you would’ve remembered. “No, but– why?”

“Business stuff. Anyway, I’m about to take off.”

“Okay, umm…” You try to think of an idea quickly, still dumbfounded by the new information. “Why don’t you… come over tonight?”

“I’m just gonna disappoint you, babe. I’m so tired.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t mean– we don’t have to– just have dinner here and sleep. Like, sleep sleep.”

There’s silence on the other hand as Javi thinks it over.

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Two hours later, Javi rings on your door and you open it in your underwear and a loose t-shirt that doesn’t go past your waist. The way Javi’s eyes widen is so comical that you’d laugh if he didn’t immediately slam the door to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, his lips finding yours as he does.

“Should’ve brought you with me… missed you so much.”

You whimper as you try to pry open his buttons.

“I really can’t, baby…” He pulls your fingers off him, kissing each one before he lets go and rolls over onto his back.

Next thing you know you hear his soft snores. His feet dangle from the bed and he’s still very much fully clothed.

You give him a chaste kiss and pull the blanket over your bodies and fall asleep too.

✧

You wake up to the soft buzzing of a hair dryer and a ring of the doorbell. The room is dimmed and it’s still dark outside. You get up groggily to get the door and walk past the dining table filled with freshly prepared breakfast. Neat.

There’s no one outside when you open it, but an inconspicuous brown paper bag sits on the floor with a note attached that addresses the package to a ‘Mr. José Estrada’. What…?

“That’s for me, babe.” Javi comes out of the bathroom in a towel folded up to above his stomach and his hair uncombed. It’s… adorable. You’re still not awake enough to appreciate it and merely raise your eyebrows at the name on the bag. Javi shrugs and takes the package from you. “Clothes. Just to be careful. Mornin’.”

He leans down to kiss you but you turn away, muttering about morning breath. He snickers and goes back in to change.

Javi is still in the living room having breakfast when you emerge again, freshly showered too. He’s in a pair of slacks and a white half-buttoned shirt, like he just got home from work instead of going to it. He looks too devastatingly handsome for this early. He guides you by the back of your knees to sit on his lap and you definitely, definitely wobble.

“What are you doing today?” You ask him while he peppers kisses on your neck.

“On set for half the day. Then I’m free.” He pulls back to stroke your cheek. “Stay at my place tonight? I’ll cook you dinner.”

The implication is clear in his eyes.

✧✧

Of course you didn’t get to find out what he was going to cook for you. What is it with the universe conspiring against you having a wholesome, uninterrupted night with this man? Okay, maybe that’s why, because you’re not really aiming for wholesome. Instead of his house, you’re at Carlotta with him and a few of his celebrity friends, including Dieter and Elise. It’s been three hours and the chatter has gone cold and the wine warm.

“...maybe it’s just like a month off? I don’t know what the big deal is.”

“Apparently the other unions are considering it too.”

“What else?”

“Directors, Writers, Visual Effects, who knows what else. It’s gonna be chaotic.”

You don’t even care what’s being talked about anymore. Someone needs to get the bill before smoke comes out of your ears. You know you didn’t have to be here, of course, but you didn’t want to wait around in your room either and you were hungry. Javi had called you from set to let you know about this last minute dinner that someone arranged in the guise of business networking. Óscar still had scenes to direct and told Javi to go on his own. He knew Javi had nothing to do for the rest of the day. And Javi couldn’t exactly tell him he actually had plans with you.

You weren’t pissed initially - you were enjoying yourself, even. But the two smartly dressed thirty-something women four tables over who have been eyefucking Javi for the past half hour? The statuesque former VS model who sent him a negroni and her Ritz room key? That’s not even his drink of choice, you sneer in your head. Nice try.

You’re not jealous of them, no, Javi is going home with someone at the end of the night and it’s not with any of them. But the way he looks right now and the way that he’s wanted, turn you on so much. That pisses you off. Because this dinner couldn’t finish soon enough.

“I’m gonna drop by Loulou’s after this, you wanna come?” Elise asks next to you. “Ross is already there.”

You look over to Javi… who is signing the check, thank fucking God.

✧

Neither of you even made it to his house last night.

He’d barely parked his car, that ostentatious blue thing, in his driveway when you climbed over the console to sit on his lap.

“Thank you for dinner,” you murmured into his exquisite neck, leaving a mark with your teeth. Tacky, you knew.

“You’re the only one who’s ever said that to me,” he looked at you with a hint of wistfulness. You felt a pang in your heart at his confession.

“Of course I’m grateful, Javi.” You kissed him softly while you twisted the curls around the nape of his neck. “I’ll show you how much.”

Then his phone rang.

And it was Óscar telling Javi to go to his place for last minute rewrites, again.

So regretfully, he had to drop you at your hotel on the way. And naturally this morning you woke up really, really annoyed.

“You know what, this is ridiculous.” You call him over lunch. Room service, again.

“I agree.”

“We should clear out our schedule.”

“Let’s do that.”

“You know I mean yours, right?”

Javi sighs. “I know. I’m gonna sort that out right now. How was your sleep?”

“Eh. I’ve had better. Yours?”

“Shitty. I passed out on the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. I’m getting a massage as we speak.”

“On set?”

Javi grunts and you snort in jealousy.

“Tell you what. Book a res–”

“Absolutely not. It’s never gonna happen if we go out, Javi. There’s always… something. Like… some kind of weird divine intervention.”

He giggles from the other side. Actually giggles.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”

Which makes him fully laugh. “I’ve cleared out my week. I’m all yours.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Daphne’s or Clos Maggiore?”

“Or.”

“Baby. Come on.”

“Let’s just… have coffee or something casual. That always works for us. Right?”

✧✧

It finally works. You spend the afternoon with him watching a movie at the Electric (and he booked out the entire place) and when you both couldn’t stop fooling around in the theater anymore, you make a run for the car.

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours. You wanted me in your bed.”

Javi wastes no time speeding to his house. It’s not a long drive, but Javi makes the most of it. He snakes his hand up your dress and rubs your inner thigh, making sure his knuckles brush along your clit while he’s at it. It drives you crazy, and by the time you arrive at his house, you’re already a panting mess.

He leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom, and you realize you haven’t been in it before. It’s not much of a difference from the room you’ve slept in aesthetic-wise, but it’s much bigger. Easily twice the size, plus a balcony with a small garden and a door that you assume leads to the bathroom and you don’t care what else because his lips are on yours and his hands are all over you as he walks you to the bed, pinning you down on it.

“I had better plans than this.” He croons into your ear and sucks a spot under the lobe.

You sigh into him. “It doesn’t matter now.”

Javi kisses along your jaw and lightly nips your chin. You grasp his shirt in surprise and he presses you deeper into the bed, making you even closer to him. His weight almost suffocates you, in a good way.

“You look fuckable in this, but it has to go.” He hooks a thumb under the strap of your velvet slip dress, your jacket long forgotten in the car. You nod, giving him permission, and he slips it past your shoulder, then past your tits still covered in a lacy strapless bra, then finally past your hips while he kisses the trail of exposed skin along the way. Javi groans loudly when he’s eye level with your crotch and he sees that your matching panties are soaked and that it’s a fucking thong.

“You are so pretty.” Javi kisses your mound over the material and hooks the string of your barely-there thong between his fingers, as if he’s contemplating whether he should take it off or take you in it. He grabs your thigh and slightly angles you to the side, tracing slowly to the one string swallowed between your cheeks, and his hand lands on your ass with a smack.

“Ah!” You exclaim in surprise and Javi takes the string just to snap it back on you with another light smack.

“Fucking pretty all over.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” You say breathily.

“I know, baby.” Javi murmurs in between mouthing and biting on your thigh and kneading your ass. You’re too busy sighing out your pleasure that you don’t see his other hand about to palm your mound under your panties until you feel it. Javi takes his mouth off of you and sits back on his knees to watch you squirm under his touch.

“Javi…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need you.”

“Hmm.” Javi continues grazing his fingers down to your lips, intentionally avoiding where you need him the most.

“Javi…” You fully lie on your back and spread your legs apart. “Take it off.”

Oh, how he’d love to. “I’m gonna take my time, honey.” Javi cups you over your panties and moves his palm up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness on yourself. “You made me wait. Now you wait.”

“Please, Javi. Touch me–”

“I am touching you.”

“I need you, please–”

“Love hearing you beg, baby.”

“Please please please–”

“Please what?”

You’re reduced to whimpering and you buck up your hips to meet his grounding palm. Your arousal is dripping even more now and it drives him crazy that you, the most beautiful woman that he’s ever laid eyes on and he’s wanted since that night in November, is on his bed. Begging for him.

Frustrated, you take the initiative to undo the front clasp of your bra. Javi stops his movements the moment he sees them and you swear his mouth drops open a little.

He’s had several ideas of what they would look like but his imagination doesn’t compare to the real thing. Yours are the perfect size for his hands and so soft under his touch. He runs his hand up between your cleavage before leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You writhe under him, arching your back as he nibbles and laps on it and kneads the other one.

“More,” you groan.

“No,” he growls against your soft flesh.

“No?”

“Be patient.” You let out a cry when he bites your underboob. “These are so pretty, baby.”

You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair until he finally takes pity on you. He kisses the valley between your breasts before capturing your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Javi,” you whisper in between his hungry kisses. “I need t– I need to come.”

“Same here.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

You guide his hand and let it rest between your legs, grinding onto his hand again.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Just make me come, Javi. Do whatever you want with me.”

Desperation drips from your words and not only does it make him harder than before, it makes him smug too. He sits up on his knees, taking you in spread out on his bed with a hazy fucked out look on your face. And he technically hasn’t done anything yet.

He undoes his cufflinks and pushes his sleeves up his veiny forearms. There’s something about the motion that makes him even sexier to you - and it makes you feel that way too. He pries open your thighs further and lowers his gaze down to your still covered pussy. You’ve dripped down onto his bed and he groans at the sight. He takes the strings between his fingers and slowly peels your thong off, much to your relief. He chucks it over his shoulder and drops onto his elbows.

“You are the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

You’re about to raise your head to see his face but before you manage to, you feel his tongue on your pussy.

“Oh, FUCK! Oh my god. Javi–” You grab a fistful of sheets under you as he slowly runs his tongue from your clit down to your entrance, and licks around your opening and tries to stick it into you. No one’s ever eaten you out like this before. It was usually one or two pathetic kitten licks before they get up and dangle their dicks in front of your face. No one is as thorough as Javi, who makes you feel his mouth and whiskers in spots of you that you didn’t know existed.

You don’t realize that you said it out loud until Javi suddenly stops and looks up at you with glistening lips… and mustache. You feel a fresh wave of wetness flooding at the sight. This is what you’ve been imagining every previous night before.

“Seriously?”

You don’t know if he’s confused or upset by what you said. Either way, you need him to go back to what he was doing. “Yes, Javi, please don’t stop.”

“You’re telling me you don’t usually get eaten out?”

“No, uh, not like this. Never like–” Your own moans cut you off as he goes back to pleasuring you and you cry out when you feel his nose bumps your clit. You’re lost in this new feeling. It’s true. Never like this.

But with Javi? Javi is enjoying himself. He eats you out like he can’t get enough and he can’t get to all parts of you that he wants to taste. He’s slow enough for you to feel every movement his tongue is making, but he picks it up at the right pace when he feels that you need more. You feel his hand slowly squeezing your right boob, and then your eyes fly open when he suddenly puts a thick finger in you. You let out a high pitched moan and buck up to his lips.

“Fuck yeah. Be as loud as you want. You perfect little thing.” Javi shallowly thrusts it in and out of you. “Yours really didn’t fill you enough, huh?”

No. No, they didn’t. Javi’s one finger fills you so well you wonder how you’re gonna even be satisfied with yourself ever again after this. He hits the spots you never reached and makes you beg, and beg, and beg for more.

So he gives you more. He starts sucking your clit at the same time that he adds another finger into you. You don’t know what kind of noises you’re making anymore but it’s deprived enough that Javi groans into your pussy and the vibration and his hot breath make you keen even more.

“Javi… faster, baby.”

“You’re not gonna come from my hand.” Javi says as he rolls your clit with his tongue.

“But I’m close.” You whimper.

“I know. You’re so tight, fuck.” Javi raises his head to look at his fingers going in and out of you. They’re slick with your juices and he feels you pulsating around them whenever he drags them out, as if to keep him from not being inside you. “Think you can take my cock? Hmm?”

You gasp out a moan and he retracts his fingers completely. You’re getting too close to the edge and he doesn’t want you to come like this, no. Not by fingers or his mouth. He wants to feel you around him when you do. But that doesn’t stop him from tonguing you again and massaging your clit with his thumb until you’re panting and tugging hard on his hair that it hurts. Before you could go over the edge, he climbs over you and cages you in his arms, his mouth once again on your tits and smearing them with your wetness from his lips.

“Javi,” you grab his face in your hands and stroke his patchy, graying beard. “Please.”

You claw at his shirt, trying to open his buttons with trembling hands. He’s still fully clothed and it’s not fair. You manage to get the top two but then he untangles himself from you to stand at the foot of the bed… to rummage through his drawers.

“Fuck, uh… um… fuck.” Javi reaches into another one, turning it inside out, and starts rifling through a spare wallet he finds inside. “I don’t have condoms. Wait here. I might have some downstairs.”

You crawl over to him and stand on your knees, continuing to open his buttons. “I’m on birth control, Javi. And I haven’t been with anyone, so…”

Javi looks at you with his doe eyes, filled with lust, while you shrug his shirt off him. Are you saying…?

“I want you bare.”

Well, fuck me. If Javi weren’t already hard as rock before, then he doesn’t know what this is now. He’s never been bare with anyone since… who cares. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters except you asking him to fuck you raw and now you’re palming him over his pants and literally, the world could be burning at this moment and Javi wouldn’t give a shit about it.

“Want you in my mouth, daddy.”

“No,” Javi groans painfully. There is no way he’s surviving tonight. “I’ll come on your face if you do that now.”

“Want that too.” You pepper him with kisses across his chest while you undo his belt and unzip his trousers. When you finally lower his pants along with his boxer briefs, your mouth waters. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be when you grabbed him in his car last week. You need him in you, right fucking now.

But first thing first… he’s gonna pay for not making you come. You’ve been so desperate since the theater and by the looks of it, he’s no different. The head of his cock is an angry red and leaking with precum. You swipe it clean with your tongue and Javi’s hand immediately finds the back of your neck. You take his hard erection in your hand and start to jerk him off slowly, building a pace that you know will drive him mad. Javi has his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed deep, holding back from thrusting into your hand.

You lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip and elicit a low moan from him. It’s addicting, listening to him. You do it a few more times until you feel his fingers curling on you.

“Javi…” You let go of him and kiss your way up his stomach instead. He involuntarily sucks in and opens his eyes to you slipping his cock past your lips. He doesn’t stop you. The groan that comes out of him is so sinful it’s going to be permanently etched in your brain. His hand on your neck finds your ass and kneads it when you start working him slowly with your mouth. You gag a little when he hits the back of your throat. He’s a lot to take in; you don’t even get to the hilt, and you count your blessings for that.

You’re suddenly pulled away with a pop. He’s throbbing and from his breathing, he doesn’t look like he’s going to last long.

“You’re so big, Javi. Does it feel as good as it tastes?”

You start to take him into your mouth again but he grabs your arm to haul you to the center of the bed. He settles himself on you, rubbing up and down your opening with his cock. You start to meet his movement but he pins your hips down, restricting you.

“Come on, we’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

He lets his weight fall on you completely and hums his answer with his face pressed against the crook of your neck. He keeps thrusting on your pussy and you’re so, so, so close to sobbing from need.

“Javi,” you whine again into his ear, arms clinging to his broad form.

Javi sits on his knees, watching you writhe underneath him. If he doesn’t come within one minute of being inside you, he’ll consider it a miracle. It’s his own fault for dragging it out this long and now he’s the one moments away from exploding. It’s worth it because you’re so fucking beautiful being all needy for him.

He grabs you closer by your calves and wraps your legs around his waist, cock notched right at your entrance. Javi pushes forward and the sound he makes when he enters you is the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. He works his way in slowly, letting you accommodate his girth. It’s a painful yet exquisite stretch.

You’ve never felt this full in your life. You’re not without experience, but the way Javi is filling you is something else. It’s not just his size, although that is a big part of it. It’s the way he’s gazing at you with so much tenderness. The way he’s moving as if he’s worshiping you with every stroke. The way he’s savoring this moment that you two have been waiting a ridiculously long time for. Your heart is full of–

“Baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.” Javi says with a strain in his voice. He’s holding back, with this languid (honestly, lazy) pace and he’s clenching his hands so hard you can see the veins in his forearms protruding.

“I don’t care, Javi, just fuck me.”

He groans and starts to build a pace, gripping your thighs open. You throw your head back and hold on to the pillow closest to you. Javi’s eyes are glued to your tits bouncing by the impact of his thrusts and he tries to think of something, anything, except for the way your perfect body is responding to him right now.

He remembers what you said about being essentially celibate since your last relationship and he doesn’t fight his curiosity. There’s a primal side of him that needs to know and the thought of your pathetic past conquests should buy him a couple more minutes, right?

“How long has it been for you, honey?”

“Mmmmm…” You roll your head back in pleasure, seemingly not hearing his question.

”When I ask something, I want an answer, sweetheart.”

“Two years? Mor–”

“Fucking unbelievable. This pussy should be fucked everyday, fuck.”

He curses between hard thrusts. Your mouth drops at his dirty talk and his pace increases to full on pounding. It doesn’t work. The thought of nothing having been inside you except for your own fingers and now him for that long is awakening something feral in him.

You yelp. “Oh fuck yes, Javi…”

“Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck this everyday?”

“Whenever you want. Please.”

“You’re so needy.” He looks down to where you’re joined before grabbing your ass and driving into you even harder. “So needy and sloppy and so. fucking. tight.”

The moan you let out is downright the filthiest thing he’s ever heard. And you? You barely hear his deep, delicious voice over your own moans and the sounds your bodies make. You can’t do anything but take, take, and take. You wish you could reciprocate but what leaves your mouth is only a blabber of cries and whines.

“You want to come?” Javi’s question snaps you out of your daze.

“Please, baby.”

“Then touch yourself and come.”

Javi pulls out of you and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. You sit up to reach for him but he moves further to the edge of the bed, his hand fisting his cock and pinching the end slowly, trying not to lose it.

“Javi, what the fuck?” You exclaim in despair.

“Let me see you touch yourself, babe. Come like that or not at all.”

“Oh my God, Javi.” You fall back on the bed in frustration. There is no way this is happening. “No…”

“Come, and I’ll fuck you again.”

You start reluctantly touching yourself slowly, hoping he’ll take pity on you and take over again. But he stays where he is, looking at your face, not even your body.

“If that’s how you touch yourself, no wonder you’re unsatisfied. Come on, make yourself feel good.”

You groan in defeat and he chuckles at you amusingly. Fine. You dip two fingers into your pussy and start moving them the way you usually do, and your other hand drops to your clit to rub it with your index finger. Your peak is approaching in no time, between your own familiar movements and watching Javi watching you. You start to arch off the bed when you’re close and suddenly your hands are taken off you and you’re flipped onto your hands and knees.

Javi thrusts back inside you from behind without warning and resumes pounding you in earnest. “That’s right baby, take it… like you wanted… so fucking good for me…”

You come with a silent scream and Javi lets out a pained moan from you fluttering and spasming around his cock. His hands grip your waist to the point of almost hurting and he keeps steadily thrusting into you to seek his own release while you ride yours out.

He pulls you up against his chest by wrapping his arm around your tits and keeps hitting that devastatingly delicious spot inside you. With a few thrusts it starts you up again and you grind back on him, feeling the bump of his stomach on the small of your back with each contact. You look over your shoulder at his face and see that he’s in absolute bliss, but there’s something else there that’s a little bit… off. You don’t get to think too much about it once his fingers reach down to your clit and you start to tighten around his cock again, your hand reaching back to grab at his curls.

“I’m coming, sweetheart. Fuck. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Javi’s pace grows desperate and he’s so deep, so right inside you that you beat him to it. You shudder in his arms, going limp, but he doesn’t let up. “Tell me where.”

You sigh dreamily while you catch your breath. “Anywhere you want, daddy.”

He pulls out and pushes you lightly to get back on your hands and knees and spills himself on the small of your back and between your cheeks. You lay down flat on your stomach, evening out your breaths, inhaling in the mixed scent of the two of you.

It takes Javi a couple of minutes to collect himself before he kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips.

“You’re so fucking good, babe. Tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You giggle tiredly and lean onto him, welcoming his kisses while he cleans you up with his discarded shirt. “I need a drink. Then I want to ride you.”

✧

For the next four days, you barely leave the bed except to eat or use the bathroom. Just like Javi had promised. He didn’t get to cook dinner for you yet, because it’ll take too much time away from being inside of you. Everyday it’s like clockwork: one of you wakes the other up with your mouth, followed by breakfast in bed, or vice versa. Then shower, where he eats you out - he insists that he’s making up for your lost time. In the afternoons, Javi does some work while you read scripts or his books or nap. Then dinner, followed by fucking each other to sleep. Sometimes you interrupt him mid-task or wake him up in the middle of the night just because. And repeat.

It’s pure fucking bliss.

✧✧

“Javi. Fuck.”

“What’s up?”

“Everything is shutting down. Everything. Where the fuck are you?” Óscar’s voice sounds panicked through the phone.

“I’m on leave, remember? What do you mean?”

“Strike, Javi. It’s all over the news. We gotta reschedule everything. We’re not even allowed to do anything.”

Javi swiftly opens his news app and sure enough, Óscar’s right. How did he miss this? Oh, right.

“Javi!!!”

“I’m here.”

“What do we do?”

Javi thinks for a moment but absolutely nothing comes to mind. This is completely novel for him. “We’ll figure it out. How long is this supposed to go on?”

“Two weeks. A month tops.”

“So there’s nothing to do. Keep everyone around, keep everyone updated, the usual.”

“We can’t, Javi. We’re not allowed to. We should just let them go for now, go see their families. They can’t be employed right now, same for us, by the way.”

“Dammit,” Javi runs a hand over his face. He’s only ever shut down production once, during The Last Sicario, when a rival family member felt misrepresented by his depiction of them and sent death threats to him and the crew. “Call it. Keep me posted.”

“Sure. One more thing, have you heard from our little starlet? I tried calling her all day, and her PA couldn’t reach her either. Her hotel said she’s not there.”

“Staying with a friend, maybe?” Javi feigns cluelessness.

“Can you try her? Let her know we’ll help her figure it out while this is going on.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thanks, hermano.”

Guilt overcomes him once he hangs up and looks at you sleeping soundly, and naked, next to him. He’s betraying the closest friend he ever had and there would be no coming back from this if he found out.

✧✧✧

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angled-blade · 1 year

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hi! i’m unsure if you write for billy loomis, but if you do could i get billy loomis x reader who, them and their friend group / just a bunch of ppl from another school are new to woodsborro high (or whatev) and reader tries to one-up billy’s popularity and then ends up falling for him? (yeah it’s long i kno <\3 thankies! if it’s too complicated no worries! i 100% understand /gen)

Falling for your rival, Billy Loomis.

Pairing(s): Billy Loomis/Reader Type: Ambiguous | Headcanons

➻ You remembered your first day in a newly transferred school as if it were only yesterday—perhaps even a couple of days ago if you were generous about it. You were sure that the memory of entering Woodsboro was one you couldn’t really forget—even if you wanted to do so.

—

You and a couple of your friends had been transferred over into Woodsboro, you never recalled the details as to why, but it had been in the early half of junior year. You were already well adjusted in your previous school, so it comforted you somewhat to meet some familiar faces that tagged along—even more when some were from your friend group. You made sure to stick with one another as you begin to adjust yourselves in the new school.

In the first two months or so, you stuck with your group of friends as you accustomed yourself with how the school itself functioned. Sure, you played a little too safe—but the rumours about Woodsboro reached the ears of many, just as much as those very mouths utter the town itself. Gossip spread far and wild, the town’s image of a ‘quiet little community’ shattered as the many controversies that greeted it for the past few years ones were one that left it in a sight of silent infamy. It couldn’t hurt to at least be careful, lest you offend people in some way or another.

—

➻ You learnt of the people who were popular in school—and you’ve especially heard about Billy Loomis. You couldn’t place a finger on him, but you had always felt that something about him was.. off. Though, without concrete proof—there was really no reason for you to antagonise him nor have such an uncomfortable feeling to settle in the very pit of your stomach.

➻ Billy Loomis was an extremely popular person in school, in spite of the fact that his reputation was an anomaly for such a town. He got along with the rest of his peers, no matter how unlikely the situation of them getting along were. It felt planned, hence a reason for you to feel strangely unnerved of him. You backed down when it appeared that everyone was used to his strange antics and equally suspicious behaviour.

➻ Nevertheless, you were quick to learn of how the school functioned, your reputation seeming to rise positively the more you interacted with the students of Woodsboro. To your surprise, you seemed to grow popular as the months rolled by. It was a feat that had your original friend group cheering you on.

➻ This positive rise in reputation did not go unnoticed by Billy Loomis, though it most likely due to the fact that he overheard it from Tatum as she gossiped to her boyfriend. Stu acted surprised, though Billy saw the glint of interest that was hard to see through—it always looked like a deer in headlights, unknowing of everything that happens as if he wasn’t the nosiest person in Woodsboro.

—

“Oh, oh! Do you know about ___? They got pretty popular after… get this, a few months! Gotta respect them though, it’s tough getting in everyone’s good graces.” Tatum finished her statement, quietly giggling at Stu’s now awestruck look, a mumbled ‘No way, really?’ escaping him.

‘Hypocrite,’ was what rang through Billy’s mind as he saw Stu’s clearly orchestrated expression. Everything else that tumbled out of that girl’s mouth was inherently useless to him except for that tidbit about you.

Billy stared at Stu, the other male catching sight of this and adapting a conversation topic into Tate’s, a method to tear information from his girlfriend.

“Tell me more about this ___, Tates.” Stu pried, his head tilted in a way in which he didn’t seem to be interested in you romantically, but rather one of curiosity in learning more about the student. “—Wanna know if they’re someone we can be friends with, ya’know?” Again, this was yet another orchestrated act.

And with that, Billy took in every bit of information Tatum had. The more he learnt about you, the more he felt confident in his abilities to interact with you now.

The only thing left to do was to get your attention and see how it goes—whether or not it was worth to take a shot in gaining the trust of (well, mostly) everyone if he dated you.

—

➻ You couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Billy Loomis now. He began approaching you, out of the blue. The following week after summer break, you could see Billy almost everywhere. You had your own doubts about Billy initially, maybe even getting used to him—but this returned you back to square one.

➻ Be it by requesting to borrow a pencil from you specifically, in spite of the fact that you were six tables away—there was a lot of chatter about that, which especially annoyed your school friends.

—

“Fuck, ___. Is he ever letting up? I swear this is, like, the eighth time we’ve seen him. He doesn’t even hang around here!” Hissed a frustrated Alex as he poked at his sandwich. Alex was a close friend—maybe the closest in your friend group. He had been unfortunate enough to see everything unfold before him, all those interactions by Billy were not at all subtle—which had him uncomfortable too, knowing the other guy’s history as a player.

“He’s so weird—always coming to you out of fuckin’ nowhere just to ask for a pencil? Wait ’til Jess hears this. That Loomis kid is giving me a lot of red flags with how he’s—”

“—I get it, Alex. Let’s just leave it at that, your sandwich is probably becoming soggy.” You interject.

“He’s giving me all sorts of warnings, too. I’ll keep my distance, there’s honestly way too many of them to ignore.” Almost in an instant, a familiar girl bounds over to the table where you and Alex sat. It was Jessica.

“...So what about that Billy kid?” she asked, having only heard Alex’s words and not yours.

You groaned at this, already fed up with all this talk about the boy. Jessica stares at you questioningly, before taking her chance to demand answers from you.

You begrudgingly reply to all of her queries.

—

➻ Of course, time had passed by then. Your encounters with Billy lessen as the days dragged on, much to your relief. Though, the same could not be said for Billy. According to him, your standoffish behaviour and hesitance planted doubts in his plan to get you with him.

➻ It begun when he saw how you looked at him when he was walking past you. It had him torn at both ends. One was nervous of getting caught before he could pull the curtain of his movie, the other intrigued in how you may interfere with his plans, seeing how distrusting you were of him.

➻ Billy took a step back, feeling quite annoyed with this development. Did you think of him as lesser? Perhaps even thinking that you were better than him, out of his league? The lack of development in your relationship with one another cemented that idea as fact, which had him grow a lot more annoyed. Unbeknownst to you,, his overthinking mind zeroes in on the idea that he should no longer see you as just anybody—but rather someone who he now considers as a rival.

➻ It was somewhat tense on Billy’s end, seeing how he keeps tabs on you and how you remained indifferent yet extremely distant with him. He wanted to at least have a reason to strike you back, maybe even to guilt you into a relationship with him. The longer he kept searching for a reason, the more his original plans deviated into ones of wonder and a deeper curiosity to find out everything about you. It got to a point where Stu even pointed it out, which had Billy reevaluating everything that he has done up until that point.

—

“Bro, again?” Stu teased, a hand wrapped around Tatum’s waist as he pulled her a little closer to his chest. A playful smile was across his features now.

“What?”

“You’re practically drooling at them, Billy. When you gonna stop staring and tell them whatever you got on your mind?” Tatum rolled her eyes, repositioning herself in Stu’s lap, leaning against his chest to relax her posture. “It’s as if you—” She stops in her tracks, stopping Billy from interjecting at the sudden pause.

“—Oh my god.” Tatum squeals. “Did you fall for ___? Is this an—don’t tell me—no, that you fell for the new kid? Ohhh gosh, that is so cute. Right, Stu?” Tatum rambles, body becoming jittery with excitement.

“You’re so right, Tates. So smart.” Stu chuckled, giving Billy a knowing look in the process. He would have laughed at his friend, but he’d rather not ruin the moment. It’s not everyday that you see a red-faced Billy Loomis, his expression entirely caused by embarrassment.

—

➻ The same appears to occur with you, with less of Billy’s attempts to interact with you, you find yourself looking his way a little more than usual. He seemed to understand boundaries and had backed off when you became more distant with him—keeping him at arm’s length, as Jess suggested—you took your time to learn about him, too. Were you too hard on him? You wondered yourself. This change in attitude toward the subject Billy quickly caught the attention of your friend group.

—

“Okay, stop. ___. Did something happen to you?” Jessica spoke up first, catching the attention of Vince, who had tagged along with you as you left for lunch.

“Uh, no? Why do you ask?” You respond. She stares at you with suspicion, eyes squinted as if she thought that you were lying. “You sure? It was definitely you who was looking at Billy in English—You are so lucky Mrs. Lake didn’t even—”

“—wait, wait a minute.” Marcus interjects, turning to you in disbelief. “You did what? What happened to ‘I’ll keep my distance’? Are you having a crush on him or—” A pause was in Marcus’ voice now, feeling shocked at how easily those words tumble out.

“—Are you really? Like, actually?” He stares at you, softening his voice a little more now. He seemed worried that he had spilled out a secret that you might not want to reveal so soon.

“...Maybe.” You murmured, your whisper loud enough for the both of them to hear. You three were out of the building, the chattering from students deafening. Jessica bit her lower lip, feeling as though she had overstepped a boundary of yours, which was sort of true in this case.

“Oh shit, really?” Marcus replied, feeling guilty for being insensitive. “Just.. You know we worry about you, like a lot. But if you—well, if your opinion on him is changing, fuck, I guess we gotta deal with that.” He assures, a nervous smile on his features as he gauges your response to that.

“Yeah. I—It’s just surprising. Are you gonna tell him soon or…?” Jessica adds on, cautiously treading on her words. Silence comfortably formed between the three of you, finding no need to add on to it. That was until Jess, of course, tries to lighten the mood.

“Alex is so going to burst a blood vessel when he finds out.” Now that made you laugh, a smile over your features now.

“Find out about what?” Alex’s sudden appearance had Jessica scream bloody murder.

—

➻ Confession was not at all difficult, seeing how Billy waited for you to make a move instead—having already learnt from before. Shy confessions aside and with ample support from your friends, Billy accepts. The difference with this confession in comparison to many others, not once did a confession had his heart beating as hard as it did when it came from you.

➻ Billy was smug about the fact that you were now his, wrapping an arm around you. Possessiveness grew in his heart, finding it due to the fact that he had to—in a way—earn your affection. It was also due to the fact that his reputation did not even matter to you, not one bit, with that support system you have with your friends. The longer it took for you to reciprocate his love, the more he fell into the feeling of wanting you even more.

➻ Now that he had you, he was content. So much so that he began taking his time to progress his relationship with you. He doesn’t want you to be distant with him any more longer, not after all that he had done.

—

“God, Billy.” Stu chuckled at his partner in crime. The two sat at the very end of the library, paper before them as Stu scribbled down code words. “You really are obsessed, huh?”

“Oh, shut up.” Billy grumbled, tracing his finger on a polaroid photo that he took of you. It was from the sixth date that you had been on since you had gotten together. You were amazing to him, Billy—whilst having his actual thoughts under lock and key—he felt, for a brief moment, that he wouldn’t have been surprised if you were out of his league. You became someone he cared for deeply, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey, Stu.” Billy quietly spoke after a few minutes of listening to Stu’s busied scribbling.

“Mmm, yeah? What’s up?” Stu responded, still not looking up from his paper.

“You think we can make a few changes to the plan, before executing it?”

Billy’s words had been enough to stop Stu’s from scribbling down anything more.

—

Hello again, I had framed the storyline in which it’s a tad more believable and to how I believe it may work out other than a dagger to the heart by Billy. I hope you enjoyed reading this piece! (: There are few more Billy and Stu requested pieces coming your way, please be on the lookout for them! Please reblog this post, I really appreciate it!! Have a good day/night!! (:

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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Seductress. - ITZY - Ryujin x M! Reader (+18?)

Tw: a whole lot of blue balling and cockblocks, trust me, even I got frustrated writing this myself.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

"Cut! One hour break!" Finally the shoot's finished. You can take a well earned breather as you rest your behind on one of those flimsy ass film set chairs.

"Good work everyone..." There she goes acting all cute and professional as if she's the world most innocent human being, paired with her cutest dimple ridded smile.

"Great work out there." You said to Ryujin with the most convincing tone.

"You too, baby~." Oh boy there she goes.

Thank heavens nobody was near the two of you when she replied. You just quickly brush it off as you turn to the monitors to recheck the photos.

"Did you enjoy the shoot?" She asked, as her hand snakes down from your shoulder to your arm.

Tingling sensation comes up to your ear causing you to shiver as you feel her fingers softly glides on your skin. A blow to your ear almost brought you to yelp as you continued to brush it off.

"Oh-ho, you're resisting well today." She whispered as the staff left one by one to take their breaks.

"We're not doing this now Ryujin." You replied with such confidence.

"Oh really? Says who?" Said Ryujin who lips are inches away from your ear.

"As if you weren't getting turned on when watching me strike those seductive pose." Her hands has surprisingly traveled farther than you've expected having landed on your thigh.

"Uh... You're not taking your breaks?" Ryujin's hand was about to reach your weakpoint when you heard a voice from your back that cause the two of you to act naturally.

"R-ryujin s-said s-she wants t-... To u-uh, check the shots." The guy just shrugs before leaving the two of you.

"Safe." Ryujin suddenly took your camera before handing it to you.

"W-what am I going to do with this?" Confusion floods your mind as she pulls you to the set.

Without any word she gives you a wink sending shivers down your spine. You brought the camera up to your face aiming at her.

She strikes some basic poses but boy do those poses look so much sexier. Ryujin was hitting it tho. Not just the post but also your buttons... Overall, it's just Ryujin wanting more photos of her etched in the camera and mind, until...

You gulped loudly after seeing that smirk. It was a warning for what's to come, you know it... You've been here before.

Ryujin then pulls down her jacket unnecessarily slow, her grin is still there as her eyes bores a hole in the camera lens straight to your eyes.

A few clicks from your camera signalled Ryujin to strike another pose and boy did she strike another one pulling the thinnest thread that's considered as the strap of her top.

Your finger froze on top of the shutter button, this didn't go unnoticed as Ryujin raised an eyebrow, further lowering her top till her chests are ALMOST exposed.

"What's wrong?"

Beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you contemplate on hitting the shutter button, though it's totally useless since the lustful image of her is already engraved in your mind.

Your heart couldn't take it any more, you turned away breathing heavily as you try and fan the collar of your shirt as if that will help with your current situation.

Ryujin chuckles at your effort before commenting. "Dummy, quit acting as if this is the first time you've seen them."

She's technically wrong... It happened around 2 months ago.

[Flashback]

"ITZY?" Your shocked tone made the recruiter chuckle.

"Yeah, big fan?" He asked.

"You bet." Replying with a smug tone.

"That's great but remember you need to be professional, or else the client will most definitely replace you."

"Right. Right..."

You smile from the inside while trying to calm yourself, after all you're going to see ITZY in person as well as have the chance to take pictures of them.

The day went by quicker than you've expected, you just assisted the main photographer taking hints on what you're supposed to be doing. You held yourself together pretty well, managing not to passed out after actually seeing ITZY and giving them a handshake.

Now it's the end of the day, you stayed to help out with the packing up and if not the most cliché thing you saw Ryujin's necklace as you're cleaning up the equipment.

So you did the most cliché thing as well, hand it to her personally, you walked past a few RV's labelled staffs only before seeing one that says ITZY.

You were about to knock when you suddenly heard a click from the door and in such panic you hid in a small crevice beside the stairs for the RV.

"Did you see the new camera guy?" You heard the members voice as they stepped out of the vehicle, you can clearly recognize Lia's accent and the other members laugh.

"He's pretty cute though... I know right, that's why Ryujin took almost forever to finish." Yuna replied as you just hid there whilst also trying to hide your blush.

"Speaking of which, where's Ryujin?" Yeji asked.

"I'll be right there, I just need to... Urgh!" You heard from inside the RV as Ryujin seemingly struggling with something.

"Okie, we'll go ahead then?" Chaeryeong asks and a hum from Ryujin signalled the girls to keep walking.

Soon after the girls have left. You exit your hiding spot to check on the RV. You can hear Ryujin rustling and grunting as she continues to struggle on whatever the heck she's doing.

You're currently leaning on the RV's door when you realized that it's not even close. With a little tap it got ajar.

It was like the doors to heaven, as lights from the inside hits your eyes and once they're adjust you're greeted by something more blinding.

"Oh..." Was one of the last things that you'd expect as Ryujin's reaction. After all you've walked in on her while she's changing.

"I-i... I'm... I-..."

"You're staring..." She said with such a calm tone.

"I-... I'm sorry, it's... Uh..."

"Y-you're... G-gorgeous." What Ryujin did next will be a memory that will be in your mind for the rest of your life.

She slowly walked towards you as you just laid on the floor of the RV helpless for what's about to happen.

"Tell me something... What do you think of me?" Ryujin said as she squat down to level with you. You can see her safety short hugging her lower regions really well.

"I-uh... Think... You're..." Damn it complete something.

"Cute? Hot? Sexy? Beautiful?" Ryujin smugly replies as then she crawls slowly towards you.

"A-..."

"A?... All of it?" She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, you could only nod to get some form of conversation as the distance between the two of you have been gradually reduced.

"Hey~." Perhaps you were so lost wondering how did you end up in this situation that you've failed to realized Ryujin's hot breath brushed against your neck.

You tried to pull away but she grabbed a hold of your collar pulling you in closer with her lips lightly touching your neck.

You whimpered at the feeling as you can just hear and feel Ryujin's chuckle against your skin. You mindlessly whisper. "Professional... professional."

"Oh... Is that so?" Ryujin pulls away as she straddle your legs between her warm thighs that's crying to get out of her safety shorts.

"So, that's why you're not swayed by my subtle hints earlier." She wondered.

Mentally smacking yourself from forgetting as you remember that earlier during the shoot she was constantly making subtle eye contact with you and that caused her sessions to take up a bit of more time.

"Do tell, are you really going to keep being professional?" Ryujin ended her question in such a sultry tone.

"Y-ye-." Just when you thought you're finally about to finish a word, Ryujin puts her finger on your lips to stop you.

"Listen, new guy... We idols always need to keep it professional when working and that..." She paused.

"That's tiresome for most of us." There it is again, that grin

"So, right now we're not gonna be professional, okay?" She wasn't suggesting, it was more of a guarantee. As her hand travelled from your cheek to your chest and finally your bulging lower regions.

"Mhmm." You moaned as her warm breath continued to brush against your neck.

"I'm so done with being professional with you... I want to..." Her hand grips you on top of your pants as a yelp escapes your lip.

"Ravage you." She ended.

Just as your lips were about to crash a knock was heard from the outside.

"Unnie?" You two heard Yuna as she knocks continuously.

"Looks like this has to happen some other time." She whispered before winking at you.

"I'll be there just a sec!" Ryujin replies to Yuna.

"Alright but you've been there for far too long, do you need any help?" Yuna asked from the outside.

"Nope! I'm good..." Ryujin smiles before grinding on your leg.

You let out a yelp but thankfully Ryujin's hand covers your mouth immediately.

"Safe." She winks at you once more before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You sat there holding the spot on where she kissed you wondering what the in the fuck is happening.

[Flashback end]

Now you're back in the same predicament. You're frozen as Ryujin steps closer towards. Suddenly the temperature of the room becomes hotter.

Ryujin's eyes met yours, you tried to look away but it's too late, she has already closed the distance between the two of you. With her soft delicate hands, she gently turned your head to face her.

"Why don't we... Pick up where we left off the last time?"

She wasn't asking, or even suggesting. She's holding you down with her arms snaking around your neck once more your reasoning being taken away one by one with each second her skin touches yours.

Your senses hit as you feel yourself tighten through your pants and you embarrassingly tried to hide it. Your hand was slapped away however once Ryujin noticed it.

"Nah ah, I already know you're packing. So, there's no point in hiding it." She smiles before cupping your bulge.

You thought about moaning but that was all there is as your lips are now sealed by hers. Ryujin smiles in the kiss as she can feel your pathetic attempt at fighting it.

"So, you still planning to be professional?" As her other hand guides yours to her lonely breast. You gulped loudly feeling the supple ball as she gave you a close up of her lip bite.

"T-they m-might com-." Ryujin wasn't about to let you finish your stupid attempt at ruining her moments as she locks lips with yours once more.

She was aggressive and assertive as she slid her hand in your pants feeling you even more with just a singular fabric in between her hand and your manhood.

"Ugghh." You moaned as Ryujin grips your length tighter.

"Didn't I tell you that..." Having a hint of what she's going to say you focused on not letting out another sound of pleasure as she just continues.

"I will..."

"Ravage yo-."

"Ryujin?" Your eyes went wide when you suddenly heard a familiar voice right behind the blinds that separates the main background from the equipments.

You two panicked as the person slowly pushed aside the blind. Failing to move quickly enough you didn't have to help remove Ryujin's hand from your pants and just opted to.

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

#itzy #itzy smut #ryujin #itzy x reader #male reader

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laxmiree · 8 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Sacred Mountain date + calls + moments translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

'I know that there must be things in the world that are unknowable.'

'I never set my heart on those illusory protections and blessings, only hoping for those silent bystanders to witness our smooth and winding journey through life.'

'But if there truly is something that can hear the sound of prayers, I hope they can give her a miracle.'

[Pre-Evolve phone call- All path is fortunate]

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(T/N: IT’S VERY IMPORTANT TO HEAR THIS CALL FIRST so the date will make more sense)

[Date – Video ver]

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(T/N: As always, I always recommend watching the video for a more comprehensive experience. Personally, I really like how tender and affectionate he sounds in this one and the bgm choice is good to set the mood~ Don’t forget to turn on CC!

If the direct video doesn't work - [Use this link]

(Besides, tumblr doesn't allow us to use an old text editor anymore so I can't add up more than 30 pics in this post. Tumblr post alone won't capture the change in background and sprite as usual(for reference I always have like 60+ pic in one post LOL))

[Date – Transcript ver]

[Part 1]

Lucien: MC, how are you?

The whole world is incredibly dizzy; waves of nausea and headaches erode my will, making breathing a little uncomfortable.

I lie in bed in a daze, trying to lift the corners of my mouth under his worried gaze, and I accept the medicine he hands me.

MC: It's just a little bit uncomfortable, but resting for a while should make it better.

MC: As expected, I shouldn't take flights directly next time. A train would be a better option even if it's slower…

After swallowing the medicine, I comfortingly tilt my head against him, feeling his warm fingertips brush against my cheeks and spine, guiding me as I slowly lay back down.

Lucien: (with a trace of guilt in his tone)…I'm very sorry.

MC: What are you sorry for?

MC: This was a decision and journey we both made together. I won't accept you shouldering all the responsibility on your own.

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MC: Hehe, this little pig looks even cuter than in the picture!

A month ago, I enthusiastically helped Lucien replace the phone case with a new one I bought for him.

After putting it on, I happily picked up my own phone, leaning against the side of the cabinet, and showed it off to Lucien who was washing dishes.

The two pink and chubby PUPU piglets are symmetrically posed, looking adorable and charming.

Lucien: (chuckle) Your taste has always been quite good.

MC: But if your colleagues see Professor Lucien using such a cute phone case, won't they think you're childish?

MC: Will I ruin your image?

Lucien: Whether it's childish or not, I don't think it can be reflected in a small phone case.

Lucien: Besides, their judgment doesn't hold much significance to me either.

Lucien: Forming the same scenery with another 'little piglet' appears to bring more happiness.

MC: Then let our brilliant Professor Lucien accompany me to be a 'happy little piglet' for a few months~

I couldn't help but laugh and noticed that Lucien's phone suddenly vibrated. A work approval notification popped up on the screen.

MC: It says that your colleague has arrived... take a look.

Lucien: Just go ahead and take a look for me.

He spoke casually, skillfully squeezing some dishwashing detergent onto a dishcloth, and then picking up a plate next to it to continue washing.

Receiving the "instructions," I naturally tapped open the message on the screen.

MC: It seems like a researcher named... Luo Ke wants to apply for a two-day vacation, saying he wants to travel to Tibet…

Lucien: Please approve it for me.

Seeing his familiar attitude, I didn't ask further questions. I simply pressed the "approve request" button silently.

Meanwhile, Lucien blinked slightly, his hand movements slowing down as he seemed to be contemplating something as well.

MC: You're not going to ask a few more questions about such a distant trip?

Lucien: This isn't his first time going there; he must have been there at least... more than ten times.

Lucien: Every time he's waiting for particularly important experimental results or article review feedback, he runs over there.

The last plate was placed in the dish rack, and Lucien wiped his hands. He took the phone and opened someone's social media feed for me.

Over the past few years, there were only a few posts, but almost all of them were various types of snowy mountain landscapes.

Lucien: It's evident that the place must have quite an appealing charm.

Lucien: It's probably indeed a miraculous place…

He paused, his tone tinged with a curiosity born from long-term observation.

MC: So, after he goes there, does he always have positive outcomes?

Lucien: Not necessarily.

Lucien: Moreover, I believe those favorable outcomes within the expected range reflect his dedicated and meticulous work ethic, which significantly reduces errors.

Lucien: However... (chuckle) Many times, science does indeed encounter unforeseeable things.

Hearing him say that, I also became curious.

Our gazes met, and we captured remarkably similar emotions in each other's eyes.

MC: How about we go there too—!

=Flashback End=

MC: But I've been exercising so diligently, taking the oral solution as prescribed, and yet I still got altitude sickness. It's frustrating.

MC: I saved time by taking a plane, only to spend it all on the bed…

Lucien: (chuckle) It's alright, we're not in a hurry to leave. Let's rest a bit more.

He adjusts the pillow, making me lie more comfortably, then leans down to gently kiss the corner of my mouth.

Lucien: Don't worry, I can always be your "oxygen" whenever you need it.

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[Part 2]

MC: I'm revived—!

After a night of rest, I feel much more refreshed the next day.

Lucien: Don't push yourself too hard. If you're feeling uncomfortable anywhere, make sure to let me know promptly.

MC: Got it. Once I get in the car, I'll cling to the oxygen tank.

I smile and sit in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle that Lucien had rented in advance. Holding a small oxygen concentrator, I playfully shake my head at him.

Lucien also smiles, and we officially embark on our impromptu journey of curiosity.

Because of our unique random drawing system, we aren't heading to various popular attractions.

One of the destinations is Namtso Lake, where Luo Ke often goes, and the other is a snowy mountain selected by me through a random number selection.

The straight highway stretches forward, piercing through the distant expanse of blue sky.

The vast wilderness extends, and large masses of cumulus clouds join the surging herd of cattle, painting an exceptionally magnificent "Running Bulls".

The distant snow-covered mountains gradually impress upon the retina, resembling a distant and graceful maiden. The staggered peaks have been carved with fine craftsmanship, creating soft and graceful diagonal lines.

The deep and light sapphire blue blends from beneath the mountain peaks to above the sky, mingling in the middle and accentuating the pure white with a sense of sanctity.

I can't help but take a breath, letting this indescribable beauty fill my entire field of vision.

MC: When I was watching the video, I could probably guess why someone would choose to come here so many times.

MC: But now I completely feel it.

MC: The scenery on the way to Namtso Lake is also incredibly beautiful!

Lucien: Perhaps I should remind this classmate that our journey has only just begun.

He lightly presses the accelerator, and the vast land in the uninhabited area gradually sheds all its splendor, revealing its simple exterior.

And a vast expanse of blue quickly appears before my eyes.

MC: Are we almost there?

The vast world brings everything close as if it was always this near.

Lucien: Don't rush, there's still some distance to go.

Lucien: The place Luo Ke visited before is now closed, so we need to find another convenient place to stay.

The winding road leads us along the snow-capped mountains, revealing their magnificence even more. We drive alongside them, receiving a sense of being overlooked quietly.

After going through a somewhat bumpy road, Lucien temporarily parks the car on the side of the road and opens the carried drone.

And I carefully step out of the car, the cool and thin air making me slightly breathless, but it doesn't diminish my enthusiasm in the slightest.

While adjusting the frequency of my breaths, I take a few steps toward the vast bay of the lake.

Layer upon layer of mountains stands above the sea of blue, towering into the clouds.

The world seems to have turned into a sacred palette, where the Creator has reserved the purest colors for this place, bringing serenity to all things.

It's an exceptionally wonderful feeling, everything in front of me seems so distant and immense.

And my small self becomes like a grain of sand on a tidal flat, a drop of water in the lake, gazing up and silently embraced within it.

I unconsciously slowed down my breath. I turn my head and notice that Lucien had appeared by my side at some point.

His gaze is distant, reaching toward the far horizon. The subtle snowy backdrop frames him as if it's also blending him into this pure scenery.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, Lucien turns his face and looks into my eyes.

For a moment, neither of us speaks, as if words are the least significant part of our gaze.

His fingertips gently stroke up, like delicately traced kisses.

I don't know if it's because of this ethereal world, but I feel a certain piousness in his touch.

MC: Being able to come here with you and see these landscapes, there's nothing better than this.

Lucien: I should say, it's you who brought this unparalleled beauty to me.

MC: So your sleeping bag is for sleeping directly in the car?

MC: I thought you were only going to use it for a quick nap in the car.

As the sky darkens, after Lucien finds a place to park the car, I watch in surprise as he takes out a spare coat and sleeping bag, then folds down the back seats of the off-road vehicle.

Lucien: (chuckle) That was the original plan. I just changed my mind suddenly.

Lucien: Don't worry, its thickness is enough to keep both of us warm.

MC: I'm not worried about that at all. I was just wondering why Professor Lucien suddenly wanted to change the plan.

He simply smiles and hugs me, both of us slipping into the sleeping bag together.

Lucien: Although we came here out of curiosity, this journey belongs to us.

Lucien: I also want to be with you, to see more of the extraordinary beauty together.

MC: But it's not easy to see the scenery.

The air is chilly, and in the pitch-black darkness, I can't help but snuggle closer into Lucien's embrace.

Lucien: (chuckles) I suppose all beautiful things require sufficient time and effort to gradually form.

Lucien: Regardless, it's a pity that you didn't get to see the sunset at Namtso Lake, and even the stars have hidden themselves.

There's a rare touch of regret in his tone. Thick clouds obscure most of the sky, hastening the arrival of the night.

Outside the car window, there's an absolute silence. The heavy darkness fills the entire scene, not even a single starlight is visible.

It's as if everything has been gathered within this car, with the only exception being the gentle, faint interplay of light and shadows emanating from the car's display screen. The world outside has shut itself off, closing its windows to our view.

MC: But I did get to see such a unique night.

I lift my head from his shoulder with a smile, gazing into the hidden depths of his eyes.

MC: Spending the night like this in the wilderness is quite special too.

Lucien: I'm also glad to share such a miraculous experience with you.

Lucien: Although I've seen many landscapes, this kind of darkness appears especially beautiful.

MC: You're exaggerating. Professor Lucien can come here on his own too, right?

Lucien: (chuckles then speaks in a coquettish tone) It won't be the same.

He hugs me even tighter as if we too have melded together like the night.

Lucien: You have given them real significance, making them a sort of destiny.

Lucien: (softly) I think, there's nothing better than experiencing all of this together with you.

Even though everything is incredibly dark, I seem to see him more clearly, and he seems to see right through me as well.

MC: So many good things have happened around us. Maybe we've been blessed all along.

MC: Do you believe that?

Lucien: There's a possibility for the existence of everything that can't be proven, just as there's a possibility for their nonexistence.

MC: As expected of the rigorous Professor Lucien.

I smile and bury myself deeper into his embrace, feeling his familiar body temperature warming me amid this boundless cold.

MC: Then I hope I can see the miraculous "Golden Mountain" with you tomorrow morning.

MC: I hope that while we whisper our wishes, the snowy mountains can hear them and allow us to witness even more beauty together.

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But the snowy mountains seem to only want to listen to our whispers.

The thick clouds densely conceal the endless expanse of snowy white behind them, and the morning air is bone-chillingly cold.

The thin air forces me to hold onto the small portable oxygen device, shivering while stubbornly keeping my eyes wide open.

The scene in my field of vision is gradually brightening, but it's still a vast expanse of emptiness.

Amidst that magnificent landscape, we haven't witnessed a more wondrous scene.

Many times, the world is simply unreasonable.

MC: What a pity. If we had witnessed the "Golden Mountain" by the shores of Lake Namtso, it would have surely made us feel incredibly lucky.

MC: However, even though Professor Luo Ke has come so many times, he only caught a glimpse of it. And his experimental results still seem to be quite good.

MC: (smiles) So it's no problem, it's not that we have bad luck, we just don't have luck that's good enough.

On the road back, symptoms of altitude sickness paid me another visit.

After taking pain relievers, I lie a little bit dizzily in the passenger seat, my mouth couldn't help but mutter.

Lucien: This kind of randomness is quite interesting too, isn't it?

Lucien: We don't know when or in what circumstances we will encounter the most beautiful scenery.

Lucien smiled and there was no regret in his tone.

In the receding scenery, he looks so serene.

Lucien: The world would seem to be a much less interesting place if human beings could achieve their goals every time they beat their brains out.

MC: But even if not everything goes as planned, wouldn't you feel regret if most of your expectations couldn't be met?

Lucien: For me what's intriguing is the unknown.

Lucien: The outcome is merely a stepping stone toward the next unknown.

Lucien: Moreover... if most expectations aren't met, I believe there are more important things to consider than just feeling regret.

MC: Um?

He turns his head seemingly seriously, there’s a faint teasing glint in his eyes.

Lucien: Perhaps I should consider whether I need to change my job.

Lucien: Because unexpectedly, most of the outcomes have been failures.

I can't help but laugh, and all the unseen regrets are diluted at this moment.

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We chat and laugh all the way, the endless road carrying boundless conversations, accompanied by the clouds floating in the sky.

And I gradually relaxed, enjoying this journey with Lucien more peacefully.

Back at the hotel, we had a good night's sleep. The next day, we woke up early, full of energy, and drove to the next destination.

The number of cars on the road decreases as we go, and the journey becomes bumpier. We are like solitary yet content explorers, walking on a path that belongs only to us.

MC: …Strange, according to the map, the sacred mountain should be nearby, right? Did we take a wrong turn?

After navigating numerous twists and turns, I still haven't spotted our destination outside the window.

Lucien: MC, look up.

MC: Um?

I instinctively lift my head, and a blanket of pure white emerges in grandeur after a turn, suddenly filling the entire horizon.

Snow and clouds shroud the mysterious pyramid-like structure, while the clear sky-blue reflects on the mountain's contours, rendering it incredibly serene and sacred.

But that was just a blink of an eye in our journey.

When the car finally comes to a stop at the base of the outer lake, the world suddenly changes its complexion. Fine snowflakes are whisked into the air between the mountains, swiftly guiding us into a nearby guesthouse.

The room is relatively simple, but it's enough to shelter us from the wind and snow.

There aren't many other guests besides us, and the owner warmly welcomes us, bringing us warm milk.

I lean against the window, and the snow-capped mountains outside are already submerged in clouds and the feather-like flurry, making it impossible to see any features.

Lucien: (chuckle) This classmate might turn into a little snowman.

A gentle touch of fingertips brushes against my brow, smoothing out the creases there.

Afterward, a piece of clothing wraps around me, creating a barrier against the lingering cold air in the room.

MC: If I turn into a little snowman, can I reason with the snowy mountains then?

Lucien: The snowy mountains might not have control over the weather either.

He smiles, wearing a similar ethnic attire that he just gave to me, and nestles beside me.

MC: What is this?

Lucien: The weather grew colder. Although our clothes were warm enough, I borrowed two more pieces of clothing from the owner.

Lucien: Because I hope to be more than just a "guest" here with you.

He brushes aside my hair and helps me fasten the robe and belt.

Lucien: (chuckle) Let me accompany you in becoming a little snowman here.

Lucien: Blizzard or sunshine, it doesn't matter.

Lucien: They are all just a part of our life.

His voice is gentle, falling softly like the snow.

I understand what Lucien means, so I gaze at him for a moment and then immediately raise the corners of my mouth, affectionately tidying his clothes.

Suddenly, I remembered something and took out a ribbon from my backpack.

MC: Then we should try to blend in more with the local customs!

Lucien: When did you secretly buy this?

Lucien: (chuckle) I thought you were resting well the whole time, except when you were with me.

MC: Hehe, since you can take care of renting the car and various matters, it's okay for me to buy a little gift, right?

I smile and ask him to turn around. I gently stroke the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

Strands of silky hair twine around my fingertips, gleaming with a beautiful luster against the snowy backdrop.

MC: Your hair has grown quite long.

Lucien: I hope this little travel preparation will also make you happy.

MC: (laughs) So Professor Lucien even planned for this.

MC: But my preparation is on point too. I specifically learned braiding techniques for this region online.

The ribbon is woven through the small braids at the ends of his hair, and the end of each braid is adorned with a neat little knot tied with beads.

I place the headband on his forehead and hold his cheeks, looking at him repeatedly with a little smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Lucien: (chuckles and smiles with curved eyes) Are you satisfied?

MC: Couldn't be more satisfied!

It's as if my smile has infected him too. He then takes out a particularly unique headpiece and ribbons from his own backpack.

MC: How did you…?

Lucien: I can only say that our tacit understanding has always been like this.

He turns my body around, lifting my hair and slipping his fingers through it.

In the distance, the sacred mountain stands serenely, while snowflakes continue to drift down.

Lucien quietly holds and touches my hair.

At this moment, I can't see his face, but there's an incomparably sincere feeling of being touched tenderly and devoutly.

MC: I hope tomorrow will be good weather.

MC: And I can see the special "Golden Mountain" with you.

Lucien: This classmate seems to be more persistent than I imagined.

MC: Because... I want to see all the miraculous things in this world with you.

I lower my head, playing with the crimson bead strings, and surprisingly, I don't feel any urgency. Instead, a sense of tranquility fills me.

MC: Because this is something that only requires luck, just like the Northern Lights we witnessed together back then.

MC: A koi fish, a wonder... it's as if encountering these brings a bit of good luck.

MC: I hope the koi fish always jumps into your arms, and all the good luck can favor you.

MC: Even things that cannot be proven, may they stand by your side.

A pair of arms encircle my waist, gently pulling me back and drawing me into his embrace.

Lucien: (chuckles tenderly) Silly girl.

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The snow and wind continue unabated.

The next day the sky is still filled with snow, and the possibility of seeing a sunrise is unlikely.

My heart is filled with regret, but I still muster my energy and get up. As I consider today's plans, I search for Lucien's figure.

MC: Lucien?

As I push open the door, in this world of pure white, everything comes rushing towards me—

Falling snowflakes, fluttering prayer flags, and the tinkling bells hanging from the yak's neck fill all of my senses all at once.

I stand there in a daze, gazing at those eyes that are as silent as this world, coming towards me from within the snow.

The incessant heavy snow falls onto his Tibetan robe, and he, like a figure from a painting, pulls the reins as the wind blows.

The swaying bells ring melodiously and echo in the mountains as if they are the melody of wind and snow.

Thin golden light bathes the mountain peaks, outlining the continuous undulating contours of the landscape in varying shades.

Like a divine oracle, pointing toward the end of the world.

Lucien: I seem to have heard you calling me.

At that moment, I felt a sense of relief, as if it didn't matter whether I saw the "Golden Mountain" or not.

Because I have already seen the God that came upon my call.

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[Part 4]

So it turns out Lucien went to explore the path ahead while the snow was lighter.

Lucien: I went to the side of the outer lake to take a look, but I still couldn't see much.

MC: It's okay, I think this is fine too.

Watching the swirling snow, I know that there probably won't be much of a chance today, but my mood is particularly relaxed.

MC: Isn't it nice to walk under the snow-capped mountains like this, accompanied by the light snowfall?

MC: And today is also the Qixi Festival. It feels like we're doing something particularly dreamy.

Lucien: I think what's really dreamy is something else.

He smiles and takes my hand, stepping on the light snow, and slowly walking in the mountains.

The world is covered by a layer of white dust, flying, quietly settling, gathering, and extending far into the pure white depths.

Between heaven and earth, there is no constraint in looking up or down.

Round and round, we finally return to the foot of the sacred mountain by the outer lake.

The lake is profound and unfathomable, holding sediments for countless years.

The wind stirs layers of ripples as we gaze across the lake, looking at the mountain hidden in clouds and mist as if looking at the gods hidden behind.

Countless ineffable emotions surge within my heart, leaving me only able to silently experience this brilliance and grandeur.

MC: Indeed, a lot of scenery is best experienced firsthand.

Lucien: I suppose this is probably the essence of traveling.

MC: We'll definitely come back here again in the future, right?

Lucien: Definitely.

Upon hearing his resolute response, I laughed softly.

I reverently place my hands together, raising them to my chest.

At this moment, my heart is tranquil. As I subconsciously pray, Lucien's name naturally appears in my heart.

I hope everything goes smoothly for him, his health remains strong, and he is safe and worry-free.

I hope he will never lose his curiosity about this world.

I hope he will knock on the doors to truth and reach even farther places.

I silently express in my heart; if there are truly unspeakable things in the world, I hope they can hear my wishes in this closest place to them.

Until suddenly, I feel a pair of warm palms covering the back of my hand.

I don't open my eyes, but for some reason, I know he is doing the same thing with me.

Even though I know he doesn't believe in anything, he has also made wishes with me countless times.

But now, will you still pray with me?

What will you pray to them for?

At this moment, everything seems to be quiet, as if wishing to carry the sounds of the world to even more distant realms.

But Lucien doesn't consider himself a believer in prayer.

The world is full of countless mysteries waiting to be explored and answered, and until accurate answers are found, he cares not the names humans bestow upon them.

Gods, heavens, destiny…

Even so, he's not sure of the reason, but there's always an incredibly real feeling of being touched gently and reverently by the girl.

As if cradled within the softness of her heart, embraced in her current prayer.

He feels that he is being blessed and protected.

An immensely heavy emotion burgeons within him at this moment, spreading to every part of his body, making him feel warm all over.

He can't help but close his eyes and press his forehead against the top of her head.

'I know that there must be things in the world that are unknowable.'

'I never set my heart on those illusory protections and blessings, only hoping for those silent bystanders to witness our smooth and winding journey through life.'

'But if there truly is something that can hear the sound of prayers, I hope they can give her a miracle.'

At that moment, he couldn't help but pray.

I slowly open my eyes, meeting Lucien's gaze, and we both break into laughter together.

MC: Lucien, just now the gods have already promised me that they will bless and protect you well.

Lucien: But I feel like I'm already being well blessed and protected by you.

MC: Then you just keep moving forward, you will definitely reach the place you hope for.

A tender kiss lands on my lips, devout and affectionate.

A fleeting moment can be engraved as if it were a thousand years, frozen in the gaze of the snow mountains.

At some point, the wind and snow stopped, and a subtle red tinted the area behind Lucien.

MC: How come the snow has turned red because of you…

As soon as my words fall, both Lucien and I suddenly freeze in place.

As Lucien turns around to reveal a vast expanse of vision, we witness a miracle.

Threads of golden light spill down, burning into the clouds and landing on the finally unveiled mountaintop.

As rows of clouds surge, that magnificent glow spreads across the mountain peak, turning red and then bright, casting a solemn aura over the sacred summit.

That touch of favor from the sun and the divine now fully rests before us.

The golden mountain is so vast, so bright, and even the floating clouds seem to bow their heads in reverence, offering all their respect, leaving only its radiance in the expanse of the sky.

I lost all words, only able to stare blankly at everything before me.

My gaze unintentionally becomes blurred, watching that intense deep red gradually transform into soft red, then quietly fade away.

Until that red light disappears, and the world falls silent once again.

The moment just now felt like a miracle.

MC: Lucien…

I excitedly throw myself onto him. Even though that scene was fleeting, it was enough to make me feel happy.

MC: We've seen it! We've seen the golden mountain!

MC: Something good is definitely going to happen!

He looks towards the mountain peak that has once again disappeared from sight, then looks at me.

He uses his fingertip to gently wipe away the tears in my eyes, then bends down to kiss my cheek, again and again.

In those deep eyes, I see the same emotions.

Sudden travel, random choices, silent scenery... Countless coincidences link together to become some kind of destiny.

Lucien: Probably since a long time ago…

Lucien: You've become my miracle itself.

[Post-Evolve phone call- Lab Koi]

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[Karma Bonus Moments- Boundless]

Lucien's post: The magic of the world lies in the fact that amidst doubt and disappointment, anything is possible.

MC's reply: So, is it really possible that there's a "god" who can hear all our prayers?

Lucien: Perhaps there is some kind of "rule" that if two people love each other enough, all their wishes can come true.

Lucien's post: The magic of the world lies in the fact that amidst doubt and disappointment, anything is possible.

MC's reply: But what if nothing happens at all?

Lucien: Then it's just one of the many faces it's showing us.

Lucien's post: The magic of the world lies in the fact that amidst doubt and disappointment, anything is possible.

MC's reply: I hope that the direction it happens to be in is just the way you expect.

Lucien: I think that even if the world doesn't always align with our wishes, I'll remember your words and calmly navigate through every failure.

[Lux’s Rambling Corner]

What a very touching date🥺 I literally cried the first time I read them lmao. Both the art and writing of this date are truly exceptional, exceeding all my expectations. Perhaps it’s true that love has the power to create miracles and shape destinies.

I think the date tackle some heavy themes and questions. Are things like Gods or Heavens exist? and whether it's meaningful to pray for them without concrete proof. It also delves into the concept of human insignificance in the vast universe and the limits of our understanding. I believe this date provides satisfying and respectful approach to these questions. Although we can't know the absolute truth about such mysteries, it's perfectly fine to explore various possibilities. Praying or believing in such thing is okay because there's nothing wrong with taking more possibilities with your hand. While our time in this world is short and we might feel insignificant in the universe, it's comforting to follow your heart and make the most of every fleeting moment. Even a fleeting moment can be engraved as if it were a thousand years.

Regarding their interactions and dynamic in this date, the aspect that really struck me was how they view each other as something beyond humans, yet also manage to protect and care for one another in a very human way by praying. MC’s prayer is really touching, because you just can feel how much she just wishes to protect him and make him happy, his prayer even includes her wish for him to continue his curiosity; to find what he’s searching for; and, it’s just- very special you know? Because it shows how much she understands him and loves everything that makes him ‘Lucien’. And against rationality and logic, Lucien prays for her simply because he believes that she deserves all the good things in the world. What she wishes for, if there truly is god in the world, he hopes that god will realize her wish.

Still, the object of his devotion isn't the divine but his beloved. Because in his eyes, it’s her love that’s been blessing and protecting him all this time. This devotion is mutual, and it can be said that they’re each other's 'God' and believer. For her, Lucien is a 'God' that came upon her call, came from the snow and led her to see the golden mountain through wind and snow. While for Lucien, she is his cherished 'God', blessing him and letting him see color, allowing him to appreciate the beauty of the world in its fullest, and his ‘connection’ to the world.

This mutual devotion also shows through the repeated use of the term虔诚 (which translates to 'devout' or 'reverent' or ‘pious’) to describe their touches and I just- *died* everytime PG uses it. In other instances they also humanize the other, grounding them in the reality that they’re also humans that might experience failures and setbacks from time to time, but it’s totally okay of course, after all those are perhaps what makes life interesting. Anyway, this dynamic of humanizing and divinizing each other is a truly special aspect of their relationship and I can’t help but love them more for it.

Besides the aspect that I mentioned above, Lucien taking care of sick MC and their constant setbacks also add more bittersweet touch to this date. Lucien taking care of MC in particular, kind of gives me flashbacks of Distant Similarity UR. Lucien initially takes all of the responsibilities himself and MC reminds him again that he shouldn’t shoulder everything himself never fails to hurt me :”. And their constant setbacks… albeit a bit cliche, it’s also their brand to have angst with a happy ending right- That part when they accept that perhaps it’s simply not their luck to see the golden mountain is really melancholic yet also hopeful. Things might not go as planned, but it’s okay. Because as long as they have each other everything is good and there will always be the chance to try it again next time.

Other than those scenes, their interactions in this date are definitely brimming with sweetness and tenderness, from Lucien being certified love brain™ by letting her to change his phone case into something cute and childish while not caring what his colleagues think, ‘oxygen tank’ lucien (heh-), being two little snowmen together and my little fav scene when they have tacit understanding, it's as if they have this soul-deep connection and are able to communicate heart to heart, when Lucien somehow knows that she will do that and deliberately grow mullet for her to braid. Their mutual gift of headpieces and ribbon... when they braid each other hair, there's this magical feeling when they do that. It's as if they have this soul-deep connection and be able to communicate through heart 🥹.

Truly 10/10 date. I would put it on S tier with no second thought. If you read until this far- thank you so much for reading ahah. Hopefully y'all enjoy this date as much as I do~

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The way I see you

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

Disclaimer: this is one of my first attempts at writing fanfiction and I am so excited. I hope you enjoy it!!! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistake. Loads of fluff and hurt/confort.

Warnings: none.

After the terrible events that happened in Westeros, your father demanded your return. He did not think that you were safe while you were away from him, so he asked Brienne of Tarth to accompany you on your journey. The woman swore to protect you and even give her life if necessary, because apparently her own father owed your family a favor from a long time ago.

You had been riding together through the mysterious forests of Westeros for two weeks, and you had the feeling that you did not really know this woman. Under the daylight she was silent, upright on her horse and ready to face any unexpected danger. Her posture exuded power and elegance. You occasionally gave her brief furtive glances trying to hide your fascination. However, sometimes your eyes would meet and Brienne would bring an almost imperceptible smirk to her face when you quickly looked away from her. During the day you kept those images in your memory and then you captured them on paper when the cold did not let you sleep. Drawing had always brought you incomparable peace, and Brienne's singular beauty had been a great source of inspiration from the beginning of your journey.

Days passed by, and Brienne felt closer and closer to you. She admired your eloquence, your kindness and the great sensitivity that shone behind your delicate looking body. The will to protect you from anything that could put you in danger was stronger every day. Brienne could see truth in your clear eyes, and after some time she felt that she could trust you completely.

One night she told you that, a long time ago, her father had organized a ball that had become a horrible nightmare: all the boys had laughed and had made fun of her because of her peculiar appearance. At that moment you could perceive the vulnerability that was also hidden under her almost permanent stoicism. Your hand rested timidly on her arm while you suppressed the desire to hug her and shout outloud that the image of herself that she held in her mind was not true. At that moment you had an idea and you slowly got up to get your bag, leaving Brienne pensive by the fire. Even though you normally didn't show your drawings to anyone, as they represented your true desires and fears, you felt that Brienne's eyes had to admire her own self the same way that you did. The woman snapped out of her thoughts as you timidly rested a sheet of paper on her lap. It was the drawing of a leafy forest adorned with a small waterfall.

- Nature is beautiful and exuberant. -You said as you put another sheet of paper on top. In it you had drawn a starry sky with a big full moon. -But also dark and mysterious.

Brienne stroked the drawing and smiled at you. When she looked like she was about to say something you showed her three other sketches. The woman was stunned as she stared at those papers with wide eyes. In one of them she saw herself riding upright and powerful on a beautiful horse. In another she was sitting on a rock sharpening a long sword. And in the third one she saw the reflection of her own face. Her piercing eyes stared back at her and her short platinum hair framed her powerful features. Brienne couldn't stop admiring her portrait. She couldn't deny that you had captured the subtleties of her face perfectly.

- And you are imposing, brave, strong... And beautiful. - You whispered after a few moments that seemed eternal to you. Your heart was beating with unstoppable rapidity.

- If you wished to represent beauty, you should have drawn your own portrait, milady. -Brienne said, finally looking up from her lap and resting her eyes on yours. Her expression was a mixture of wonder and adoration. It was clear that your words had moved her deeply.

- This is how I see you. -You finally answered.

Then, slowly, Brienne lifted her hand and gently brushed your cheek with her fingertips as she held her blue gaze on your face.

- I will never allow anything bad to happen to you in my presence. I swear by the old gods and the new.

It had been a long time since either of you had felt so happy.

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Awakening Past IS BACK!!

Chapter 16

Hope you like the come back chapter :3

pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

Content: (+18) romance, angst, gore, erotic/suggestive themes at some point, slow burn, violence, action, self-harm, death talk,

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The propellers whistled loudly. The vibration of the immense machine rumbled through the bodies within.

None spoke, none moved.

The night was deep and darkness seemed to creep over the bodies of those present.

Amber eyes gazed into the woods that passed at their feet. Dense and hidden. The mountains left nothing but the treetops visible and although most of those in that helicopter suspected nothing, she knew of the threats lurking in the undergrowth.

She brought her hand to her right shoulder, feeling a gentle tingle run across her scar and let out a long heavy sigh.

The buzzing was a vague sound in her memories, but over time the images became somewhat clearer, though not entirely.

What she did remember was the immense darkness she saw that day.

Her eyes were lost in the distance and her memories went back in time to that moment.

The day they left that place and she almost didn't make it.

She tightened her fingers on the end of the scar.

A man's prayers echoed in her ears even though no one was speaking, pleading with her not to fall asleep, not to close her eyes.

The first promises they made as she felt her body grow colder and colder.

A shock ran down her back making her stand subtly against the intrusive memories.

They happened so long ago... and she still felt so... lucid....

" Hey."

Her eyes widened at the sudden voice and she turned to the owner of it. Sapphire eyes met hers, looking deeply at her. It took her a few seconds to respond.

"Is something wrong?" She said into the mike on her hooves.

Leon adjusted his.

"I could ask you the same thing." His voice sounded serene, but he sensed a tinge of concern.

Ashley glanced fleetingly at the rest of the team for their reaction.

" Relax, it's just our line."

They both looked at each other and she took another few moments more before diverting her eyes back to the forest.

"I was... remembering the day they found us in that cove." she looked down at her hands slowly. "At how cold I felt and how little I got to hear you."

Leon lost himself in her words, seeing her in his arms again, pale and dying.

And that sweet smile she gave him when she told him she was glad to have met him.

When he held her unconscious not knowing if her heart had stopped or not.

He clasped his hands together. Not even in Raccoon City did he feel that terror. The fear of losing her, of her dying in his own arms.

The terror of having failed again.

" I understand." He whispered into the mike to look at her again. "Are you okay?"

A faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Yes. They let me know why I'm here, even if they're scary. I was scared."

"Me too."

Those two words made her turn to him, pinning her eyes on his figure, now sitting with her elbows resting on her knees.

Those words he only said when he was with her. Her emotions were not something that surfaced in any other context. And this time she wanted to support him as he did her.

" This time it's different." those blue eyes turned to her. " We are different. We are more prepared and have more knowledge." She raised her wrist to show him her bracelet with the aquamarine stone. " We are together."

Leon smiled and raised his hand to show hers of metal and scarlet stone.

"We are a team." He told her decisively.

"Hold on tight, we're going to start the descent."

The propellers whistled loudly and they approached a tiny clearing among the trees where they could make out, in the darkness, some tents and some figures with lanterns.

High up in the mountains the first rays of dawn began to emerge.

They quickly descended with all their equipment and the helicopter left the same way. Leon and Ashley closed their eyes to protect themselves from the dust and turned toward the makeshift camp.

There were barely half a dozen people as it was such a small and secret mission for most of the agents.

Depending on what was discovered there it would become a priority item or not.

Ashley and Leon approached each other unconsciously and walked toward the central campaign. They raised their hands to push aside the curtains at the entrance and both found a familiar man standing in front of them.

“Chris?” they said in unison.

Redfiel laughed at the synchronicity and stood up from the table where he was displaying a geographical map.

“ That was faster than I thought, you scared your father.” joked the dark-haired man, rounding the table and shaking their hands.

“What are you doing here?” Leon asked, putting his backpack on the floor.

“ I am one of those sent by the BSAA to collaborate in this mission with you.”

Ashley arched her eyebrows.

“ One?”

“ Someone needs to keep an eye on him so he doesn't get into trouble.”

The three of them turned toward the other entrance of the tent, meeting a woman with short brunette hair who looked at them with her bright sky eyes.

“Jill, you too?” Leon was happy to see her and took a step to shake her hand and then turn to Ashley. “ Ash, this is Jill, Chris's partner.”

Ashley reached over to take his hand decisively and smiled.

“ Jill Valentine, nice to meet you.”

“ Ashley Graham, likewise.”

The brunette arched an eyebrow.

“Graham? Don't tell me that-”

“ She's the president's daughter, yes.” Chris nodded, returning to the table with the map.

Jill looked at her partner puzzled.

“ You didn't tell me that little detail.”

Chris sighed.

“ I forgot.”

Valentine rested his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“You forgot to tell me that the daughter of the president of the United States was coming to this mission in Spain?”

Chris glanced at him with his brown eyes.

“ Yes.”

Jill froze and threw her head back with a sigh.

“ Really, sometimes I wonder how you survive on your own.”

“ I'm good at improvising.” Redfield mumbled.

“Yes, and then I have to remind you what days you have medical checkups.”

A soft chuckle made him turn to the blonde beside him who pointed to Leon.

“ I think that's what they've learned from each other. “

Leon gave her an indignant look.

“ I remember things.”

Ashley smirked at him.

“ Tell that to Victor and the meatballs.”

“ I'm gonna-”

“Now that we're up to date, how about making a plan?” Chris announced. Jill dropped her arms and walked toward him.

“ How you like to be in charge, Captain” she teased, patting him on the shoulder.

“ You're going to have to fight with Leon, because he loves to order others around.” Ashley teased him teasingly.

The two men rolled their eyes with a grunt causing Jill and Ashley to laugh hopelessly.

The four of them circled the table and looked at the map of the area. Leon and Ashley were quick to identify the lake and its surroundings, though that map showed a larger area than the one they found in an old crate in the village.

“What options do we have?” Leon's voice was soft as they rested their palms on the table. Chris pointed to one end of the map.

“ That whole area is the village where you were. Now it's been buried underground by large landslides.”

“What about the river where I dragged Leon out?” Ashley asked and Redfiel slid his finger to the opposite side of the map.

“ It seems that some earthquakes have caused landslides and displacements, so there are new areas that have rendered many previous routes unusable.” He paused, pointing to a line running horizontally across the area. “ Everything around here is stone walls and mountains. If we make a detour, maybe we can find something on the other side of the castle ruins.”

“This is the map we've managed to make with drones from the air, but we don't know what's in areas covered by the forest.” Jill pointed out the parts with less detailed descriptions of the terrain. “ We'll have to survey them on foot, there are no passable roads.”

Leon and Ashley watched quietly, remembering hidden paths and caves that could serve as a guide, but seeing how much the terrain had changed they would probably have to rediscover the area completely.

“ There should be entrances to the castle mines.” Leon proposed pointing to an area on the paper.

He saw Ashley's hand pass by him.

“These ones here will probably be collapsed, they are in the direction of the village, the landslide will have rendered them unusable.”

“ Hmm, you're right…” Leon whispered thoughtfully.

“ Maybe around the steep, rocky areas Chris said we can find something. Maybe new holes have opened up. “

“ Like the hole you went in.” Chris recalled and Ashley nodded.

“Yeah.”

“ The best option will be to take that detour then.” Jill confirmed and turned to the two newcomers. “You can go and change, Chris and I will take care of notifying the others.”

Leon and Ashley looked at each other and thanked Valentine for the gesture. They were directed to a smaller tent where they could set up their gear and left.

Jill watched the pair from a distance and looked at her partner.

“Will Ashley be okay? She's not trained like we are.”

Chris shrugged his shoulders with a sigh.

“ I don't know if she is or not, but she took Leon out when none of us could and it looks like Kennedy is calm, so he has to trust her. I believe in his judgment, her father wouldn't have let her come if she wasn't.”

Jill looked for a moment at the campaign where the two had disappeared.

“ Yes, you're right.” she paused in a more subdued tone. “ It's just that she looks so young... being here for her must be hard.”

Chris rested his broad hand on his partner's shoulder.

“ Those two went through hell here, but so did that little girl Claire found in Raccoon. She managed to get out of here with Leon and has returned of her own free will, I think we worry more than we should.”

“ Yeah, maybe you're right.” she whispered.

“ I'm always right.” Redfield laughed, patting her on the back. Jill rolled her eyes.

“ If you were, we wouldn't be here, with the ability you have to get into trouble....”

“ Well, Leon surpasses me by far.”

That statement was more alarm than relief to Jill.

“ Well, I hope your bad luck cancels each other out, because if it doesn't, we're in deep shit.”

They broke camp in the blink of an eye. Jill and Chris checked their weapons and turned to see Leon arrive. He was now kitted out for the mission, wearing his dark tactical pants over military boots, accompanied by an ash blue lycra T-shirt that had him rolled up to his elbows, showing off his strong arms with the bracelet on his wrist. He strapped the harness with the pistol and ammunition to his torso along with the knife at the side of his chest. He adjusted his fingerless gloves and checked his other weapon on his right thigh and the tools stored in a small pouch, secured to his other leg.

“ I still find it strange that you are here.” He smiled crossing his arms over his chest. Chris gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“ Well, get used to it, pal, 'cause we're going to be here for a while.”

The three of them smiled and turned around when they heard the clink of a buckle. Leon couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken. He had seen her in casual, sporty clothes, but now... she was wearing a pair of mountain pants in different shades of moss green. The orange tank top fit her body like a glove, showing off her strong shoulders and part of the scar on her right side. She adjusted the climbing harness around her waist and thighs, from which hung a coiled rope and ice axe. She slung the bag over her shoulder with ease, even though it seemed to carry more stuff inside. She bent down to adjust her boots and finished pulling her hair back into a half ponytail.

“ I'm ready.” She reached the other three and Leon finally blinked.

Chris nodded and held out a harness with a gun. Ashley took a deep breath and took it to slip it over her shoulders and strap it across her chest. She pulled the gun out to check the magazine and unholster the chamber to put it back away, all with an all too natural ease.

“ I asked Dana to teach me" Leon recalled her words to him shortly after meeting again for the first time.

The handling seemed to surprise the other two from the BSAA, who looked at each other but said nothing.

“ Let's get moving.” Redfield announced as the sun was already peeking over the hills. Ashley pulled her backpack on tightly and brought her fingers to the bracelet on her wrist to pull it up to her bicep. She caught a glance at it and met Leon's eyes watching her. She gave him a broad smile and held out her fist for him to bump his knuckles with hers.

“Here we go.” said the agent, starting to walk with her at his side.

Everything had changed a lot.

They could barely make out what had once been busy roads among the brambles and undergrowth. They were moving slowly because of the steep, overgrown areas.

Chris had put Leon and Ashley in the lead, they being the ones best able to guide them, while he and Jill closed the peloton.

They jumped some rocks and Ashley sniffed the environment as the rest descended. There was no distinctive scent for now. She had nothing to track like when she came for Leon, who only had to follow the trail of his jacket. She may not have had any reference, but there were elements that both she and Leon managed to discern in nature. Shepherds' marks, unnaturally piled stones...but so far no subway entrances.

The hours were passing. Sweat trickled down their bodies like waterfalls and when the sun was high in the sky at noon, Chris ordered a break.

They stopped and drank water while they caught their breath. Leon saw Ashley sit down on an old log and followed her to join her.

“ What's on your mind?” he asked, holding out a canteen.

“ I'm just trying to remember where Krauser brought me.” she said looking at the map in her lap. Leon sat down next to her and slid his gaze over their options, though more attentive to her heartbeat.

She may have been physically more than ready, but he couldn't help but keep an eye on her at all times. She was strong and tough, but there were wounds that sometimes didn't quite close, or as William had told him at the time, there were wounds that one covered up before they could heal.

And he wanted to make sure Ashley's mind was stable. Or at least that it wasn't blocking her at a critical moment.

Ashley felt a deep gaze bore into her and she let out a soft laugh.

“ If you look at me that much you're going to wear me out.”

Leon blinked and his ears reddened. He cleared his throat, sitting upright in his trunk and looking down at the ground.

“ I'm sorry. “ he whispered scratching the back of his neck.

Ashley turned to him.

“Are you worried about something?”

Those blue eyes glanced at her and then sighed heavily.

“ I'm just worried that all this will stir up...hard traumas for you.”

Ashley seemed surprised by his words, but was touched by the agent's concern.

“ I'm fine, really. I'm not going to tell you that I'm euphoric about being here, or that all this doesn't make me uncomfortable. “She gave him a sweet smile.” So far nothing out of the ordinary, it's just that this place gives me the creeps.

“It's a little creepy, yes.”

“No, no, literally chills.”

Leon arched his eyebrows.

“ Is that normal?”

“ It used to happen to me when I went on expeditions with Narsson. I have...my scar skin is more sensitive, so sometimes I get chills.” He saw the man's worried expression. “It's just tingling Leon, nothing serious, okay?”

It took him a few seconds to respond.

“Okay.”

He pushed his leg against hers and this time it was Ashley who spoke in a whisper.

“ I could ask you the same thing. We were both here at the end of the day.”

Leon made sure his harnesses were still securely fastened.

“ All right, I'm more trained than you, remember?”

“ Yes, and you're human like me, remember?”

He looked at her dumbfounded and let out a soft chuckle in surrender. It was no use for him to try to prove that everything was okay. Ashley even knew the way he breathed. She couldn't be fooled.

“ If something gets the better of me I'll let you know, I just want you to let me know too, okay?”

Ashley nodded and Leon patted her leg, picking up the map from her lap.

“ Okay, let's see what we have here.” He pointed to the far left. “That's where I came from.” He climbed up the path. “And this is where I found you, around this area. Do you remember how you were brought here?

Ashley reminisced.

“ I think by helicopter over the mountains surrounding the castle, from the northeast.”

Leon marked their current location.

“We're here. Making the detour I think we can make it by tomorrow. Everything has changed so much that we are going slower than planned.”

“ Sergio usually says a phrase to me in these cases: Dress me slowly, I'm in a hurry.”

Leon looked at her without understanding a word.

“ Should it ring a bell? I'm not an expert in languages, sweetheart.” he joked teasingly.

“It means that in cases of urgency you should always keep calm, never rush.”

“Mmn, and Sergio usually follows it?”

“ Sometimes he's a little too calm.”

They laughed hopelessly and put the map away before hearing Chris's voice to resume their journey.

They started walking through the forest again as the sun's rays filtered through the branches. The rustling of the branches covered some whispers in the group.

“What is the president's daughter missing here?” a voice muttered to his companion.

“ What are you telling me, I heard that she's mad as a hatter.” muttered another.

“Yes, yes. I heard from some who were checking her quarantine that she lunged at the doctors like a rabid dog and they had to tie her up.”

“ They told me she was blown up by a grenade in the attack on her campus, she must have hit her head pretty hard to get back to where she was kidnapped.”

One chuckled.

“ I don't know if she's got a screw loose or two, but we'll agree she's got an impressive ass.” All three emitted sly chuckles. But not for everyone.

“Hey, you guys in the back, if there's something you think is so funny why don't you speed up and share it?”

The three of them tensed up violently, staring at the figure several meters away. Deep blue eyes were locked on them like knives.

“ It's nothing, sir.”

“ That's what I thought.” He grunted looking ahead and watching Ashley leap up onto the rock and survey his surroundings.

His eyes betrayed him and went down to those hopeless buttocks.

He slapped his brain.

"Focus, asshole."

This was going to be a long one...

The wind picked up shortly after, causing Leon to hear the hum of trees. He tried to sharpen his hearing to perceive something other than the leaves, when Ashley stopped abruptly raising her fist. Leon and Chris mimicked her and the latter stopped the group.

“ Leon.” A whisper, imperceptible to the rest, came from him. Without making a sound he walked until he reached her and passed the fallen log.

He was met with wide-eyed glares and a nervous face. Ashley lay crouched in front of something that was not good news.

Wolf tracks.

Leon had to take a closer look at them as his heart dropped to the floor, turning his eyes back to Ashley.

“ Tell me that's not what I think it is.”

Ashley stood up gently.

“ They smell, Leon, they're still around.”

The agent cursed under his breath. It was bad, very bad.

Colmillos.

“Are they close?” he asked alertly, drawing his gun.

Ashley sniffed deeply, now looking for a trace of those footprints.

Nothing.

“ They have to be far away, I can't sense anything.”

Leon heard Chris and there approaching.

“ This doesn't look good.” Kennedy said before Redfiel reached his side.

“ What's going on?” asked the dark-haired man.

Ashley also pulled out her gun.

“ We may have company.” she pointed to the tracks.

Chris looked at the trail and then looked at the two young ones.

“ Wolves?”

“ Infected by the parasite.” Ashley detailed, causing the captain to turn to her.

“Are you sure?”

“ The plagua has a distinctive scent, I'd love to be wrong.”

Jill looked at the trio.

“Scent?”

“ Ashley can track scents, that's how she found Leon in the mines.”

Valentine blinked in surprise, but didn't question it, after all, considering all the things they'd seen and experienced, Ashley having the scenting ability of a bloodhound didn't seem far-fetched.

“ Maybe it's an old trail and they are far away from here, for now let's follow the path to the cliffs.” Leon suggested, getting up. The other three nodded and returned with the group to set off with Chris announcing.

“ Keep an eye out for movement in the brush, there may be wolves in the area. Let's go.”

With adrenaline now starting to coursing through their veins, they set off on their way again.

Ashley sniffed every few moments, making sure there was no hint of the trail anywhere. Meanwhile, Leon, behind her, sharpened his ear to any strange movements. He knew if the Colmillos were approaching, Ashley would sense them much sooner, but he could be sure where they were coming from. His gloved hands held the gun firmly and unable to help himself his eyes slid to the woman in front of him. She was carrying her gun tightly and didn't seem to be shaking her pulse as she pointed it in some direction from time to time.

He felt satisfied with what he saw.

" Calm down Leon, she took on two armed men bigger than her with her bare hands and survived."

Armed, ready and in her full strength? Ashley's welfare would probably be the least of his problems.

They quickened their pace through the brambles as the temperature began to drop as the hours passed. Finally they reached the rockier ridges and lifted their gazes to the high stone walls.

“ This was definitely not here before.” sighed Leon throwing his head back to see the end of some peak.

“ We're farther than the mine we went to. All the ones in that area have been buried. “ Chris reported.”

“Maybe we'll get lucky over here.” Ashley tried to be positive as she started walking along the walls.

They walked cautiously, watching the edge of the forest, now somewhat more protected by the rocky walls on the other side. At least they knew that no one would come from that side.

Leon looked at the time and suddenly a pressure against his chest stopped him. He looked at Ashley's hand on his sternum and then at her, sensing the muscles in her neck too tense for his liking.

“Ashley?”

“ I smell them.”

Leon tensed violently.

“Are they far away?”

She took a few seconds to answer, scanning the air several times.

“ Yes, but... still.” She turned to Chris. “Where exactly are we?”

Redfield pulled out his radar and gave her his location.

“ Southeast of the ridge, it'll take us three more hours to get around it.”

Ashley looked at her watch and then at the sun that was beginning to skim the higher mountains.

They only had an hour more of daylight at most.

Leon and she looked at each other. By the time the sun set they would be done for.

“ We could make camp and build fires to keep them at bay, they don't tolerate fire.” Ashley broke off as Leon continued talking. “ We'll hold out until dawn, we have some explosives, maybe we can get....”

Ashley looked at the rock walls sliding her fingers across the bare stone. Firm and splinter free. She lifted her amber eyes to the hollows and steep areas, where ledges and crevices appeared.

She took a few steps back looking over the top and heard Leon call out to her.

“ Hey Ash, we can make a barricade come to-”

“ We're going across.”

Glances turned to her in silence, only to see her drop her backpack.

“What?” Chris was confused.

Ashley opened her gear and started pulling out buckles and ropes.

“ I'm going to climb the wall and we're going to climb up.”

One of Chris' soldiers seemed to lose his patience.

“ Hey blondie, it's cool that you wanted to come and be a hero, but we're the experts here, let the captain and the rest of us do our job.”

The violent snap of the ropes echoed and she tied them to the harness.

“ Look, handsome, I'm fine with you disagreeing with me, but for your information, those wolves are two miles away from us at best. As soon as the sun goes down they're going to come after us, so you've got two options, stay here and watch those hellhounds come to dismember you or get up that wall before they come.”

“They are wolves Graham, not sharks." said another of the soldiers.

Ashley pulled out the magnesium to cover her hands and strapped it to her harness. She patted the excess off and took a few steps back.

“ If you're so sure about that I invite you to stay with them to confirm it.” He set the timer on his watch and looked ahead. “ Just watch out for the blades that come out when they open in half.”

She sprinted off with all her might, caught the angle and leapt to ascend three meters vertically before grabbing the ledge with a grunt.

Leon ran out of air as he saw her leap from one wall to another. On impulse he walked to stand below her, unable to stop watching her.

She was right. They didn't know when they would be and if they got cornered there they might not live to tell the tale.

But climbing that wall...it was insane.

He heard a gasp and saw her hanging by her fingers, all the muscles in her arms and back drawn up with definition.

He was speechless and almost out of breath.

He followed her from the ground, watching her ascend in defiance of gravity.

" I feel like when I climb it's me, my body and a stone wall."

The clinking of buckles echoed through him, watching her swing before leaping into another crevasse. A few splinters parted and Leon quickly stepped aside.

He never would have imagined he would get to see this.

He watched her climb up and up that wall that none of them would have thought to climb.

None of them except Ashley.

And they were depending on her.

Leon took several steps back to see the stretch he had left and when he saw that there was still some way to go he felt his concern grow more intense.

“She's mad as a hatter, we're going to do fir-”

“Shut the fuck up or the wolves will be the least of your problems.” Leon snarled like an angry tiger, causing the soldier to shut his mouth and swallow his saliva.

He kept his eye on her. Ashley came to a ledge that allowed her to stand up and nail a safety there.

She didn't have time to put many so she had to be cautious with where she put her hands and feet.

One mistake and she was finished.

She stuck to the wall and glanced down, catching a glimpse of Leon's figure watching the. He waved a hand to show him it was okay and continued up.

Her muscles burned, but it was at that point that she knew she was capable of being up there for a very long time. A shiver ran up and down her back and she turned her head toward the farthest mountains, where the sun was beginning to set.

She took a deep breath.

She had to hurry.

It seemed she just had to break her personal best.

"You can do it Ash. Trust yourself."

A few howls made her blood run cold.

She looked at the horizon and stared at the mountains that no longer received sunlight.

Shit.

A gust shook her and the scent grew stronger.

They were awake.

She turned on the move. She wasn't on the move, but they probably would have come out of the hiding place where they shielded themselves from the light during the day by now.

" Come on, come on."

She had twenty minutes of light left.

Leon held the gun tightly and the hair on the back of his neck bristled when he heard the howls.

Everyone stood at attention. Kennedy looked up and saw Ashley's legs disappear over the top, making him unable to hold back a gasp of relief.

The worst forty minutes of his life.

“ Stay in position and wait for Kennedy's command, he'll tell us where they'll come from.”

Leon took a deep breath and turned to the horizon, where barely a third of the sun was yet to set.

“Watch out!”

The exclamation made him turn and see Ashley descending at full speed. She landed heavily and let go of her ropes.

“Are you all right?” Leon approached with concern.

Her breathing was ragged and he could see blood on her face, coming from her hands.

“ Yes” she gasped and then turned to the others. “ Okay, I'm going to start pulling you up. I need someone who can then pull from the top.”

There was a second of silence until a hand went up in the air.

“I can go if you want.” his voice was much softer.

Ashley turned to the man " they're not sharks" and pulled another harness from the bag. The soldier was unable to look her in the eye and just strapped on the harness.

Howls echoed through the mountains.

“ We have to hurry.” Graham muttered, tying the man to the rope. She tied the other end and jumped up and down to pull the ropes taut and lift the man. He exclaimed before making it to the wall and climbing up at full speed. Ashley pulled him up almost lying flat in the air, using the pulleys she had placed around a rock at the top.

It took no time at all and when the soldier announced he was ready he put the last harness on another.

Their hearts beat wildly as they climbed in one by one.

Cold sweat trickled down their backs.

The sun disappeared behind the slopes.

A shock ran down Ashley's back as she inhaled and all her instincts began to scream.

They were coming.

“ Leon, come on.” Ashley said as she received the empty harness from above.

Leon turned around perplexed.

“ I'm not going up until you go.” he frowned.

Ashley looked at him somberly.

“ Now is not the time to contradict me.” She held out the harness and Leon stared at her.

“ I'm here to ensure your safety.”

She wrinkled her brow.

“ And if you don't go up there is no safety to ensure.” She approached him with a hurried step and forced his legs into the holes. “ From up there you can warn us. You have a rifle, cover us.” she whispered.

“ Ashley, please, go fir-”

She pulled his belt so tightly that they were only inches apart.

“ Leon Kennedy, stop being stubborn for once in your life and listen to me.”

Even in that situation he couldn't help but scoff.

“ Do you know what you're asking me to do?”

Ashley tied the seeds of his waist tightly to the rope, clutching him to her.

“ To shut that pretty mouth of yours and get the fuck up.”

She pulled on the rope and Leon was left dangling to ascend at full speed. Ashley watched him from below and sniffed the air.

They were coming up at full speed.

“Come on, there's no time!” She took off her harness to put it on the remaining soldier. The "hey blondie" man hurried to put on the straps and climbed quickly.

Leon felt the chill run up and down him as he began to hear grunting.

“ Give me a rifle! “ he exclaimed to one of the soldiers. He ran to the edge and loaded the weapon with absurd speed. He used the infrared sight to see in the dark and his throat went dry.

Jesus Christ.

There were more than a dozen of them.

He rested one knee on the ground and the other he used to prop up his elbow. he took a deep breath and took aim.

Jill held the gun up as she thought she heard barking, feeling cold sweat slide down her back.

“ Come on Graham, get in.” Chris said, grabbing the harness they pulled.

“ Hold on, Ji-”

The first shot thundered.

On the scope one Of the figures fell and Leon took aim at the next, but the dogs began to zigzag.

" Fuck!"

Ashley tensed violently and looked up the slope they were coming down. She adjusted the harness to full speed gray and pulled hers on with a dry throat. A figure leaped through the trees with jaws gaping like a crocodile.

A bullet pierced his skull.

“ GET THE FUCK UP HERE!” Leon roared.

“ JILL!”

She turned to Chris after looking at that horrible animal for a second and without thinking she ran towards them.

“JILL!” shouted Ashley.

She turned to Chris after looking at that horrible animal for a second and without thinking she ran towards them.

"PULL!" yelled Ashley.

They were lifted into the air and Jill jumped up to grab Chris and Graham's hand.

Five wolves appeared like jaguars and leapt against the wall, ready to take one of Jill's legs with them.

She took aim with one hand and the bullet entered the animal's mouth and exited through the back of its neck, watching as it collapsed in convulsions.

The rest followed, clawing and trying to climb up the stone wall. Chris clutched it tightly and they reached the edge of the top with gasps.

The soldiers came to help and knelt on the ground catching their breath for a second.

The roars and howls of the fangs echoed in the darkness like nightmarish monsters.

Then the shrieks began.

Ashley's eyes contracted and every muscle tensed like wires.

Those shrieks...she'd recognize them anywhere.

Her hands shook, clutching at the stone and she managed to barely stand upright to peer over the cliff.

The plaguas on their backs danced with hysterical movements, emitting high-pitched screeches that had been burned into his mind. Her heart was racing and she had stopped feeling the chill of the night.

Leon helped Chris take off the harness and pick up the ropes when he saw Ashley peek out. The screams of the parasites echoed in the darkness, but he still managed to make out her labored breathing.

He frowned, looking at Chris's belt, from which hung a pair of grenades and blinkers.

“ I'll take one of these.”

Chris blinked and saw the man approach Ashley with one of the blinders in his hand.

She didn't move when she felt him next to her, but smelling his scent next to her was enough to ground her.

“ Go back to the fucking hell you came from.” He growled under his breath, removing the safety and dropping the projectile.

The man's broad hand covered Ashley's eyes for a second before the intense light shone into the darkness. For a few moments there were high-pitched screams and shrieks along with yelps and moans of pain.

Leon's fingers were warm on her face and helped keep her mind grounded.

Then there was silence.

Leon looked down, perceiving a pile of inert bodies, but through the trees he heard bitter snaps and grunts from those who had managed to escape.

He turned to Ashley, static beside him, his hand still covering her face. He gently moved his palm away from her eyes and the soft glow of the lanterns behind them drew her silhouette. Leon watched her silently, sensing her slightly calmer breathing, but still with his heart pounding. He parted his lips to call out to her when he saw her close her eyes and inhale deeply. Ashley raised her bloodied hands, opening and closing them a few times before his voice came back to her.

“ We made it in time.” she whispered in barely a whisper, but the man next to her clearly sensed it and laid a hand on her shoulder.

“ Thanks to you.”

Those intense amber eyes turned to him as if he had just said something unusual, as if he didn't believe it was really thanks to her.

But then she smiled.

She curved her lips shyly in a subtle gesture that reminded Leon of him, of the faint smiles he gave her when she was nervous or when she needed some support in the darkest of times.

This time the one smiling was her, encouraging him to keep going.

“ Looks like my hobby has come in handy.” she joked, turning to the group. -What do we do now?

Leon looked around.

“ I think we'd better spend the night in this elevated area, it's not a good idea to advance along these ledges in the dark.”

Ashley felt, agreeing with the agent's decision.

“ For the next time you want to break my belt, let's go somewhere more private, princess.”

Ashley's cheeks reddened violently and then she let out a tired chuckle. She knew that was Leon's way of coping with the tension. The flirting and bad jokes kept him grounded.

“ Are you flirting with me Mr. Kennedy?” she teased in a more relaxed whisper.

He noticed and his broad shoulders dropped hopelessly.

“ Take it as you wish, Miss Graham.”

“ Hey Ashley! Help us with your straps.” Chris's voice brought her out of her little cloud with Leon and after giving her one last smile .

As Leon had said, they decided to camp there. They set up small tents to keep out the cold and took turns sleeping and keeping watch. Jill and Chris took the first shift, sitting in front of the campfire.

The brunette looked at her companion for a few seconds and then sank her eyes into the hypnotizing flames.

“ Hey Chris, what happened to Leon and Ashley?”

The man gave her a glance.

“ Didn't you read the report?”

She sighed.

“ Of course I read it, I'm talking about the part they suffered.”

The captain took several seconds to answer.

“ Even I don't know exactly Jill, Leon... he hasn't told me much about it and most of it I don't know. I just know that they had the same shit that those wolves had in their bodies. Probably the smell and hearing ability they have came from that.”

“ Do you think their bodies mutated from the Plaga?”

“ I don't think so Jill, I know. I saw Ashley track Leon's scent over 3 miles into the mountain and carry him on her all the way back until we found them. You and I both know that doesn't come from training alone.”

Jill leaned back on her palms behind her looking up at the sky.

“ Yes.” she said simply and then let out a chuckle. “Honestly, the last thing I would have expected was to see the president's daughter climb a stone wall.”

Chris laughed, resting his arm on his knee.

“ Yeah, we'd better be careful, the last thing we need is to get in trouble with Mr. Graham.”

They both nodded with a soft laugh, letting the tension slowly dissipate.

He half-opened his blue eyes and focused on the hollow in front of him, where someone else was supposed to sleep.

But that person was not there.

He got up with a grunt, silence reigning in the camp. He stepped out of the tent and saw a figure sitting in front of the fire. he approached cautiously.

“Didn't I tell you to wake me when it was our turn?” His husky voice rattled the woman, who, though she had already smelled him approaching, was still altered by his deep voice.

“ Yes, I went ahead. I told Tom and Jerry I was relieving them.”

Leon glanced in the direction of the tent where the two soldiers who had taken Ashley's contrary just a couple of hours ago were resting.

“ You still could have woken me up.” He sat down next to her, pulling out his gun and making sure the chamber was moving correctly.

“ I felt bad for waking you up, you were calm.” she smiled, holding out a metal cup with a hot tea. Leon arched his eyebrows.

“ Where did you get these?”

“ They are mine.” she pointed to her backpack loaded with everything needed for climbing, survival and research. “ A mix I've been perfecting.”

Leon blew on the steaming drink and sipped gently.

It was... weird and he stared at the cup for a few seconds, trying to make out the flavors in his mouth.

“ You don't like it?”

Leon took another sip.

“ I don't dislike it, it's an... interesting mix.” he found himself drinking again, getting a taste for it as he continued to drink it.

Ashley smiled.

“ It's a blend of herbs with vitamins and minerals, for when we were outdoors or in the sun for a long time and keep up some energy.”

Leon stopped drinking some and rested his elbows on his crossed legs. They were silent for a few seconds, both of them staring into the flames, engrossed.

“ What do you think we'll find down there?” the man's whispery voice rocked Ashley. She took a sip from her bowl slowly.

“ I'm hoping for answers, at least to the questions we have now.”

“ We'll have to do a lot of digging.”

“ Good thing I have an ex-cop with me then.” She smiled playfully at him and raised her glass for Leon to clink with his.

“ I was just a rookie.” he laughed.

Ashley raised her index finger in attention.

“ I correct, detective rookie. Your specialty may be throwing punches, but you sure know how to use that little head of yours.”

Leon scoffed under his breath.

“ Wow, I'm glad to hear you see intelligence in me, you should tell Hunnigan, she always says I think with my muscles.”

They both let out soft chuckles and went back to staring into the flames.

“ For a moment I was back to running through the woods.” Ashley's voice deepened. “To when you had to hold my hand to keep me from falling and running faster.” she sighed heavily. “Like it was yesterday.”

Leon turned to her in concern.

“Did it block you?” he asked in an attempt to find out if she had suffered a shock.

“ No. I felt as if my body was screaming, as if my instincts were becoming more...visceral.”

“ Have you been afraid?”

“ Of course I was afraid, it's what made me want to climb that wall as soon as possible.”

And with that Leon seemed satisfied.

“ Good, that's good.”

Ashley turned to him.

“ Good?”

He nodded.

“ I'd rather have fear give you the reaction of wanting to find a way to survive than have it block you from moving.”

Ashley remembered. She went back to when her body stopped responding to her every time she saw some Ganado, as if her muscles froze.

This time she had felt fire coursing through her veins.

A broad hand closed around her thigh, lifting her eyes to stare at him.

“ You're doing well.”

She nodded with a shy smile and flushed cheeks.

“ Thank you.” she whispered back.

He gave her a pleasant squeeze and pulled his hand away.

Small steps, but sure. little by little.

The sky seemed to be on fire.

They jumped from one ridge to the other under the first rays of dawn. They climbed to the next peak and from there they could glimpse the highest towers of the castle ruins. A soldier or two could not help but comment on the immensity of the fortress.

Ashley peered over the edges to find the ideal place to descend. They stopped to look at the map and locate themselves once more. If Hunnigan was around this would be a lot easier, but for some reason the signal in that area was nil and they had no satellite access, so the old radios and talkies were the most reliable options.

“ Hey!" exclaimed someone suddenly calling the attention of the rest. “Come take a look at this!”

The group approached the soldier who was looking through binoculars in the distance. Jill picked up the gadget and looked in the direction the man pointed.

“ Another stone wall?” she looked confused at the find.

“ May I?” Leon asked and Jill yielded the spot.

The agent adjusted his focus and analyzed that stone wall.

“ It's a mine wall.” The news pleased the rest of the team. “It has vertical cracks that are too straight and too square, plus something like... giant stone stairs.”

“ Maybe in that area we can find an entrance.” Chris suggested. “It's next to the castle, in the area least affected by the landslides.”

Everyone nodded and the captain turned to Ashley.

“ Find us a way down Graham.”

“ Roger that.”

Leon watched her march towards more distant cliffs and watched for her to call out to them. While Ashley looked for a good way down, the team plotted the route on the map to get to the site. When they descended into the forest they could easily become disoriented, so better to take advantage now that they were on high ground.

Kennedy raised his head.

“She's found a spot.” He got up to go in the direction Ashley had disappeared, leaving the soldiers confused as they hadn't heard anything on the radio.

But they didn't question it. Not after Graham had saved their necks the night before.

The descent was much easier and it wasn't long before they reached the other side of the forest. Ashley finished packing everything up and slung her pack back over her shoulder. Even Chris was surprised at the stamina she was showing to have.

At one point Leon walked over to her and motioned for her to shake his hand. He looked at her palms that nine hours ago had been covered in blood and now adorned with reddened calluses.

Kennedy stood rapt for a few seconds and Ashley looked a little uneasy, but the man nodded and gave her hand a squeeze.

“They haven't infected.” He smiled at her and then walked on.

How... reassuring that simple gesture had been. Seeing her wounds almost closed and not seeming perturbed if not... happy.

She smiled inwardly and quickened her pace, making sure to pick up any strange smells.

“ From a distance it seemed smaller.” whistled one of the soldiers seeing the size of the mine wall.

“ Spread out and look for an entrance.” Chris ordered his team and Leon did the same with his.

Ashley sniffed around, looking for wetter soil or some indication that there was an open but shaded area. She tightened her grip on her weapon and walked cautiously.

She inhaled deeply and a strong smell of rusty iron came to her. She followed the trail around one side of the stone wall and joy filled her body.

“ Here's an entrance!” she exclaimed turning to the rest. They regrouped in front of the newly discovered entrance, which to their surprise was in better condition than they had imagined.

“ Well, let's settle down and prepare for the descent. Jill, Kennedy, Graham and I will go. You two will guard the north perimeter, you guys the west and you guys.” he pointed to the last two. “the east. Rotate to keep an eye on the south, but those dogs came in from the east so keep an eye on anything else.” He paused to look at the clock.

9 am.

“Well, with the sunlight you don't have to worry about the parasites showing up, but there may be other dangers, don't let your guard down.”

“ Yes, sir!”

Said and done. It didn't take them long to organize the weaponry they would take to the mine.

They equipped themselves with some extra protection and reloaded all the weapons before refilling the magazines and storing more ammunition.

Ashley secured her harness with the picked up Ice Axe and strapped one more ammo pouch to her thigh. Leon adjusted his gloves and looked at the chamber again, a simple habit he was already doing unconsciously.

“Everything ready?” Chris announced.

Jill nodded and next to her Leon and Ashley looked at each other.

“ Yes” replied the agent.

“ Well, you and Ashley will go first, you'll notice anything out of place first.”

They both nodded and took a deep breath. They went into the darkness of that grotto at the bottom of the earth, where perhaps they could find some answers that would shed light on their investigation.

He may have been the only one who heard the sound of the water slipping through the cracks in the walls. He followed the metal rails, illuminated by his and his companion's flashlight.

He heard everyone's breaths, controlled and tense.

Cold sweat trickled down his neck, dampening a few strands at the nape of his neck and clinging to his skin.

He exhaled with a pause, trying to slow his overflowing heart, or...was it Ashley's?

Her heart was thundering violently, almost to the point of seeming worrisome, but he heard her breathe in calmly, trying to calm herself even a little.

Chris was leaving marks on the walls for their way back.

All they needed was to get lost down there.

Ashley and Leon stopped at a junction and then took the path to the left. The rails were sunk into the ground and they disappeared. Their breaths and footsteps echoed, until Leon sensed that they did not reverberate in the same way in a specific area. He motioned for them to follow him and Ashley came up behind him with the gun at his side.

Then he caught a distinct scent

Rotten wood.

Leon took a step and something creaked under his weight.

His muscles suddenly tensed and he stretched an arm back, but the ground gave away beneath him.

“ LEON!”

Ashley grabbed his arm, but he dragged her down with him. They both fell and she managed to sink the ice axe into the stone, dragging and squeezing until it sank into a crack and stopped them in their tracks. She gasped at Leon's weight on a single arm hanging from her.

“ Leon! Ashley! Are you all right?!”

They tried to catch their breath before answering and it was Leon who spoke first.

“ Yes!” he looked at Ashley and then shone a light at her feet. He was relieved to see that it was solid ground and not a death trap.

“You can let me go.” he said to his companion now calmer.

She hesitated for a second and let their interlocking hands slide gently. The man fell a meter lower and brushed the dirt off him.

“ Wait for me, I'm going to see if I can climb up.” grunted Ashley ascending the small tunnel diagonally.

Leon stood there and waited until he saw a rope slide down and Chris and Jill climb down it and then Ashley returned. Graham mobilized the arm with which she had stopped Leon's fall in his tracks.

“ Are you all right?” he approached her with concern, but she smiled at him.

“ Yeah, just a sore feeling, it'll go away in a bit.”

Leon looked relieved and they all shone the light into the new cavern. This appeared to be a grotto rather than a mining tunnel, as if people had passed through here long ago.

Ashley approached the stone wall and chipped at it with the tip of her climbing pick. She watched the splinters fall and knelt down with the lantern on her neck.

Shells.

She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a couple of plastic jars into which she stuffed the splinters.

“What are you doing?” Jill asked next to her.

She closed the jars and put them away.

“ With this I'll be able to tell what period this layer belongs to with a carbon test.” she strapped her backpack back on. “ Let's move on.”

They walked through the grotto, the humidity becoming more intense and even suffocating. They descended further and further, and at one point they thought they had reached the gates of the underworld.

Then Ashley wrinkled her nose.

She stopped when she smelled the strange odor and scratched her nostrils. Leon noticed the gesture and turned to look at her, watching as she inhaled softly.

“This way.” she indicated, catching up with Leon.

They went on for a while until they came to a sort of... entrance.

There was an archway carved into the stone that led to a deep, dark path. Leon stopped Ashley by her wrist and shone his flashlight into the tunnel. He picked up a stone and threw it, causing it to bounce and echo. He analyzed the sound closely, even when none of the other three could perceive anything anymore.

The man nodded and they went deeper.

Ashley followed the strange scent, stopping every so often to check that the path was safe.

“These people... did all this?”

Ashley touched the shiny surface of the wall and sniffed it gently.

“ I think this pre-dates Ramon Salazar's dynasty, maybe it's from the time when his ancestors imprisoned the plaga here.”

“Maybe?” Jill asked, observing the small holes dug every few meters in the walls, like little windows where they put something at some point.

“ I can't say for sure, but... it might even predate the Middle Ages.”

“What are you basing that theory on?” Chris asked.

“ Those holes in the walls have black stains on the top area, it looks like soot from a flame. They probably put candles in there and judging by the faint smell in the hollows, they may have used animal fat or oil. Besides,” she added, descending the step. “the first Salazar was supposed to have banished the "demons" from this land, which implies that they were already here when they arrived. the question is, since when?”

Her last step echoed differently and the room widened.

It was a dead end.

Ashley frowned, catching that same smell, but it wasn't coming from that room.

There was something else in there they couldn't see.

“ Are we trapped?” Jill reached down with the gun and checked the place with the flashlight.

Ashley felt the bare stone following the trail. She moved through the cavern slowly, while Leon analyzed the marks on the floor.

That wasn't... Spanish. He didn't know much, but at least those words didn't sound like anything he'd studied.

Jill noticed what the agent was looking at and moved closer to zoom in on the illuminated area.

“ What is this?” Chris whispered in confusion.

“ I think it's... Latin.” Jill reported, trying to read what it said. “In tenebris et audi vocem ejus. O domine defendat nos de impius, servo animas.”

“ What the hell does that mean?” Chris mumbled.

“ In darkness we hear your voice, O Lord, protect us from the wicked, save our souls.” Ashley's voice translated the inscription. The three turned to her and Leon let out a surprised laugh.

“ And you know dead languages too?”

“ Current species and fossils are named in Latin. I don't know how to speak it, far from it, just interpret it.” he continued to feel the walls. “That means this place has been here at least since the Roman Empire. “his hand sank into a stone and there was a click on the other side.”

Leon heard water sliding somewhere and soon after the ground beneath their feet began to vibrate. Ashley took several steps back, feeling a grip on her waist for a second. She caught the scent of Leon above her, holding the gun up, and couldn't help but smile inwardly.

This man was simply too good. First her and then him.

They descended slowly, seeing the spiral marks on the walls, probably from a mechanism at the base that worked with weights.

The place was huge.

They saw water sliding down through several holes, filling what appeared to be the weights that made that platform descend. They could see galleries on its descent, carved into the bare stone, with primitive arches adorning the entrances.

Then the platform stopped. Ashley took a step forward to peer over the edge when she heard a thud and a hatch open.

It was as if her brain was hit with a sledgehammer.

The smell hit her in such a way that it made her gasp for air and stagger. Her eyes blurred and sparks flew deep inside her skull, causing her to see black dots in the air. She didn't hear the voices beside her, nor did she feel the stone against her legs as she fell to her knees. She clutched her head trying not to lose her balance with her vision spiraling at full speed. She clutched her throat trying to breathe again, but could only take small hysterical gasps.

She thought about the option of banging her head against the stone when the dots began to disperse and she had to hold back the retching by covering her mouth.

She looked to the back, on the other side of that stone bridge where a huge, dark doorway awaited, guarded by two huge torches. The fire moved in spirals and whispers emerged from that door like ghosts from the underworld. Grunts and gasps reached her in the tornado that was her head, dragging her to the bottom of the mouth of the underworld.

Another smell intruded, ceasing the crackling growls and softening the voices to a fade. The door receded and the flames disappeared along with the fireworks in her brain. It took several minutes for the ground to become still again and his eyes to be able to focus clearly once more.

A distant murmur reached her, growing sharper and sharper, until she managed to make out the voice beside her.

“Ash, for God's sake say something!”

She raised her amber irises to meet sapphire ones staring desperately at her. She couldn't answer, her throat still dry. She managed to gather some saliva to lubricate her vocal cords so she could speak.

“Wha...ha ha...ppened?” she managed to articulate, still a little dazed.

Hearing her voice again calmed Leon in an absurd way, making Leon sigh heavily.

“ That might as well ask you, what was that?”

Ashley blinked for a moment and looked back to the back of the bridge, where there was no longer a fire, or maybe there never had been. That huge doorway was barely a collapsed recess, with the door half-jammed and through which they could pass only one at a time.

That was where the smell came from.

“There was..." she gasped and accepted the drink of water Jill gave her. “There was a huge entrance, those columns,” she pointed to the back, “they had fire in them and…” she paused for a moment. “I heard...whispers...voices.”

“ Voices?” Leon arched his eyebrows. “I didn't hear anything.”

Ashley denied.

“ They were grunts and low squeaks, they didn't... sound human.”

The three veterans looked at each other and then at the woman kneeling in front of them.

Anyone would think that it had simply been her imagination, but that she had suffered these hallucinations and they had not, was something that had to be related to a smell.

“ Can you get up?” Leon said gently, grabbing her arm.

She nodded and stood up. The smell had already dissipated, but it was still there. She looked at the crack in the doorway feeling her survival instincts begin to surface. Suddenly warm hands wrapped around her face and Leon appeared in her field of vision terribly close.

“ Look into my eyes.” She felt his thumbs under her eyes, stretching the skin to get a good look at her corneas. “Now look up.” she obeyed. “Follow my finger.” She turned from side to side calmly and then up and down. “ Notice anything unusual?”

Ashley opened and closed her hands.

“ No, just a little headache, but it's going away,” she told him in a sincere tone. Leon held her for a few more seconds, making sure she didn't collapse again, and when he saw that she seemed to be stable he released her, though more slowly than he would have thought. He turned toward the bottom, shining a light on that mysterious entrance.

He might not have been amused, but it was the only way they had.

Ashley picked up her flashlight from the ground and gently patted Leon on the shoulder.

“ Shall we?” she whispered warmly. He looked at her doubtfully, still a little upset to see her slump like that.

It had scared him. A lot. But this was something she had agreed to do.

They went through the jammed wooden gate, passing through one at a time. On the other side stretched galleries between thick columns carved in stone, as if they were the bones of the earth itself and they walked through the veins. Water had seeped through some broken channel in the walls and trickled under their feet, echoing in the silent void.

It was as if time had stopped, as if down there space didn't work the same as it did on the surface.

The vulnerability of not having much visibility and relying on their senses was something that struck a chord with Graham. She was still thinking about what she had seen back there, had she inhaled some kind of hallucinogen, maybe that explained the whole door and the flaming columns, maybe she herself had imagined what that place had been like in the past and that gas had made it more real.

But then... What had those sounds been, those grunts?

She sighed, unable to come up with a single explanation, and picked up the clearest trace.

“This way.” the blonde pointed.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger. It might not be affecting her as it had before, but that didn't mean it was gone.

She was just getting a better understanding of what the smell was.

And she wasn't liking it at all.

“ These look like catacombs.” Jill whispered, shining a light up at the high ceiling.

Chris saw more inscriptions scattered across the walls.

“How long has this been here?”

Ashley paused to read some of the markings Chris had pointed out.

“ From what I know so far, the first Salazar arrived in the fifteenth century or so and the Romans came to the Iberian Peninsula in 200 or 300 BC. From then until the decline of the Romans in the fifth century AD, it could be any time. Without laboratory testing I can't know for sure.” Shefingertips slid across the words and she pulled a small analog camera out of her backpack to start taking pictures of all the Scriptures.

“ With that at least we know that at least the plagas have been around for ten centuries longer than we had anticipated.” Leon concluded, holding Ashley's flashlight so she could take the images.

Jill glanced at Graham.

“ Hey Ashley, how do you know so much about the Salazars? We have no information about them other than what Leon wrote down in his report.”

The blonde's hands stopped and her body fell into remembrance.

On that day she thought everything she saw was a hallucination.

In what Salazar did to her in that ritual.

Leon noticed the woman's cessation of movement and for a moment he couldn't help but be curious, for... there were things he never got to tell her, or not in detail.

Then her lips finally parted.

“ Ramon Salazar... had a long history session with me.”

Chris arched his eyebrows.

“Did he pull the board out of you or what?”

She took another second to answer.

“Let's just say, all I could do was listen, being tied to a stone table where the only thing keeping me sane was the voice of that son of a bitch talking about his heretical family and his delusions of grandeur.” she paused for another long pause and then raised the camera again. “It was either that or succumb to the parasite raping my insides trying to get to my brain.”

Leon's gaze remained static on her, on her words, on the darkness that held them. His blue eyes slid to the end of the exposed scar and he unconsciously clenched his fists, feeling that little demon appear at the back of his thoughts.

On the "if's", on how come he didn't get there sooner, on what made him so slow, what-.

“ Leon.” the firm voice snapped him out of it, silencing the devil. “those amber indexes glanced sideways at him to gently shake his head. ”Don't think.”

Chris and Jill watched, confused, the man in front of them at Ashley's words, as if he could read Kennedy's thoughts.

Leon let out a long sigh and tried to calm himself. He was right there was no use thinking about it now.

He had to focus.

Ashley switched the camera reel so she could finish photographing the entire room.

“ I see you come equipped.” Jill joked.

Ashley smiled and opened one of the pouches in her fanny pack, filled with camera film protected in plastic wrap. Jill was stunned and the one who scoffed was Chris.

“ I think she brought the whole warehouse with her.”

The four of them laughed trying to calm their growing nerves. Finally Ashley put the camera away and they continued on, ascending a small shaft with spiraling stairs.

Leon went first, aiming for whatever might come from above. Suddenly he stopped at the bottom steps, glancing down at his boots. He looked down at his soles and saw something stickier than water, something that gave off an unpleasant odor. He turned to Ashley who looked at the stained stone wrinkling her nose.

That was what she had been smelling all along.

Decomposition.

But it wasn't the normal smell of disintegrating organic matter, it was a different tinged aroma.

“Are you all right?” Leon asked in front of her.

“ Yes, keep going. We need to know where this is coming from.”

With his heart in his throat Leon ascended and reached the exit to the stairs. He passed the small threshold and the blood froze in his body.

Everything came back like a tornado. The rage, the pain, the hate, the exhaustion....

Fury and terror took hold of him again for a few moments when he saw the source of this filth.

“ My God…” Jill's voice was a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

Leon came back to earth and turned quickly to Ashley at his side. His eyes stared at that gigantic inert body. A hodgepodge of muscle and viscera where a huge crimson eye protruded split in half and oozing black fluid.

“What the fuck is that?”

Those blue eyes were once again riveted on the aberration in front of him.

He knew what it was.

He knew who that was.

“ It's Ramon Salazar.”

“ Let me hear your sweet cries Ashley, hee hee hee hee....”

Her throat stinged. It burned. It was bleeding.

She no longer had a voice to call for help, to call for Leon.

She could neither moan in pain nor sob in anguish.

She could only convulse in choked moans.

I wanted it to stop.

EVERYTHING.

She wanted someone to pierce her heart and end her suffering. That someone would take pity on her and let her sleep for once.

But no one came.

Like lava coursing through her insides, ascending into her mind, devouring her body mercilessly.

She was losing. She had to hold on to something... someone.

Blood gurgled from her mouth, threatening to drown her, but not quite succeeding to her misfortune.

Her eyes wept scarlet and her pupils burned, as if there were candles inside her brain heating the corneas from the inside.

She didn't know if her bones were broken or if it was the feeling of the parasite taking control of her body.

Please... make it stop.

“ I'm going to tell you a little story, Princess.” those cold hands touched her face, making her whimper, as if it burned. “listen carefully, because we're going to be together for a long time, little one…”

Now that scrawny, pale body was lying facing her, motionless. She remembered to breathe and took in air as if she had been holding her breath for hours.

But she did not move. She could only look at that torso fused with the flesh of the horrible creature.

She could only stare at that MONSTER.

The gun in her hand became more noticeable. Heavier.

Was this what was left of him, of the great Ramon Salazar?

Unconsciously she took a step forward and gingerly tapped one of the limbs.

So much grandeur and hubris...reduced to pulp and viscera.

She looked up at the rest of the body and her voice finally came out of her throat.

“Is this... what was hanging on the wall?”

Leon looked at her with a grim countenance, feeling the claws of his darkest memories clawing at his legs.

“ When I came in and you weren't there it merged with...that thing that produced plagas.”

Chris turned to Leon for a second.

“This thing is the thing that created the plagas?”

Ashley circled the body without taking her eyes off the pale dwarf.

His eyes white. Just like his flesh. Dry and putrid, devoid of blood or any life it might once have had.

She listened to Leon and Chris's conversation in the background.

“ From what I understood it sounded like that.” he paused thoughtfully. “ but it always seemed strange to me that it was so... unprotected, as if....”

Ashley continued to circle the body,arching her eyebrows at something she was beginning to see coming out of the torso. Leon's voice echoed behind her.

“ As if…”

Ashley's heart stopped.

“ As if it didn't actually PRODUCE the plagas.” she finished the sentence.

The three of them turned and saw her standing still in front of something that only she had vision of from that angle.

She turned to look at them and in her expression they could see uncertainty and... dread.

Leon frowned and approached cautiously, shining his light on the same spot as Ashley.

He stiffened when he saw what she'd discovered.

The creature's belly pouch filled with plagas.

Ashley swallowed saliva before approaching. Leon went to stop her, but she had already knelt down to pull out the knife.

Graham held her nose before plunging the blade into the slimy flesh and slicing it open. A horrible stench reached Leon who took a step back wrinkling his nose. She waited a few seconds before breathing again, holding back violent retching and an urge to vomit.

This was exactly the smell she had perceived earlier.

The bodies of the parasites slipped lifelessly into the liquid, totally inert. It seems that these were not like their fossilized cousins. They were smaller, much smaller, more... modern.

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a few more jars. She used the knife to cut the tissue and save some samples, then looked carefully at the bag.

None of them looked like young pests, they all looked the same, where were the eggs? where were the parasites not yet gestated? if that creature produced the plagas, inside it must have both reproductive organs, since the plagas themselves didn't seem to be able to reproduce, but mutate.

She had to know if those were all of them.

She took a breath, deeply disgusted, and bravely climbed onto the decomposing body.

“What are you doing?” Leon asked in alarm.

“ Move aside.” she warned before plunging the knife in and with both hands opening the bag from side to side.

The three veterans held their noses and quickly stepped back. The entire contents emptied out like a pool and Ashley's suspicions began to deepen.

Those were the pests she saw in that grotto. Dismembered and dismembered, but these had a strange feature she hadn't seen.

Shells.

She descended, holding her breath, and pushed one of the new specimens aside with her foot.

This one had been dead much longer. She couldn't remember any such plaga and began to put things together.

It didn't make sense that the creature would keep dead offspring in its body. In those cases the bodies either absorbed them or discarded them to make room for new specimens.

Unless...

She opened her eyes wide.

This thing didn't CREATE plagas, it STORED them.

Leon caught the gasp that came from her and raised his eyes to look at her.

“Ash?”

“You say this merged with Salazar?” In her voice he perceived a slight tinge of alarm.

“ Yes, why do you say that?”

Ashley's flashlight slid across all those bodies.

“ This thing... I don't think it was capable of producing anything.” she paused. “I think it MUTATED the plagas it already had.”

The three of them approached Ashley as she climbed down the body.

Chris frowned.

“If this thing was storing the parasite then what was producing them?”

Ashley adjusted her backpack and consumption carefully plunged the knife under the shell of one of the plagas to separate it from the body. It cut through the flesh with great ease, which fell away leaving only the shell. Ashley stuffed it into a bag and secured them in the backpack when another scent reached her.

She stood still and looked up at the ceiling, toward a large crack where Salazar's body would have fallen all the way down there.

“ We have to hurry.” She hurried to stow and tie her gear securely. “We have company.”

Leon still couldn't hear anything.

“ What are they?”

“The Colmillos, they must have found or dug some tunnel.”

Chris cursed under his breath.

“We're screwed, the platform before can only be ascended manually or with a water mill. And there's no water here.”

Leon made sure his gun was ready and the adrenaline started coursing through his body.

“ If those beasts managed to get here, that same path could lead us outside.”

It was a risky plan, but it was the only thing they had at the moment. Then Leon heard something else, which was neither growls nor the footsteps of those demon wolves. He turned cautiously and shone a light on the source, where he discovered, with disgust, some strange insects.

Those were...

“ Um... guys? we've got a problem.”

The other three turned and tensed at the sight of bugs eating the liquid that had come out of Ashley's opened bag. The worst part?

They were getting bigger by the second.

Ashley tensed and inhaled looking for the source of the fangs. She shone her light on the ceiling from all sides unable to see anything. she felt something wrap around her ankle and crushed a centipede the size of her leg.

If they already disgusted him, now it was worse.

Jill shone her light and with more light they could see a protrusion to the side.

“ There!” exclaimed the blonde, drawing the attention of the two men.

The insects shrieked, they didn't know whether in pain or madness. They writhed on themselves as their bodies crunched and deformed, turning them into monstrosities.

“ Come on!” Chris exclaimed, standing at the base of the wall to give everyone a leg up. Jill jumped first, Ashley followed and Leon was next.

Graham and Kennedy extended their hands towards Chris, who propelled himself up the wall to reach them and pulled him up with a grunt.

Chris dropped to his knees panting.

“ You've put on weight this time with Ashley eh, Leon?” grinned Chris teasingly.

Leon rolled his eyes and helped him up.

“ Fuck you Chris, you're the elephant here.” he snarled back.

The four watched and heard the insects squirming at the base, covering the ground as if they appeared out of nowhere. They saw some crawling up the walls at the bottom and their alarms went off.

“Let's get the hell out of here.” Jill said in the lead. Ashley followed her sniffing like a canine and Leon kept his eyes peeled for anything coming after them.

This tunnel was narrower and they had to go one at a time. The scent of Colmillos was still distant. With a little luck, maybe they would make it close to the exit before they encountered them.

That tunnel was not a crawlway. The walls looked as if water had flowed through it long ago.

They might have reached an old river, perhaps the one that joined the one she followed when she came for Leon.

The tunnel widened and they felt a little less claustrophobic. The path was still straight ahead and their hurried footsteps echoed loudly. Ashley turned to look at Leon, worried that this noise wasn't affecting him too much, and as if he could read her thoughts he simply smiled. That was enough to calm her and encourage her to keep going. The tunnel ended and they reached a wide area surrounding a central space. They ran along the path with the intention of continuing through the corridors they saw above. Ashley sniffed again and froze.

That wasn't where the smell was coming from.

The wall exploded beside her, hitting her with the violence of a rhinoceros and sending her flying through the air. She went through old wooden beams and crashed to the stone floor. She rolled to her feet and saw Jill also on the same platform as her.

“ JILL!!!AASHLEY!!!!” Chris shouted as the ground began to shake violently.

The ground began to sink under the impact, as if it was another one of those platforms .

And then her amber eyes met the crimson ones of that hellhound.

Those uneven crocodile teeth and serrated, drooling with its bifid tongue passing between the fangs.

She stood still staring at it, feeling the weight of the weapon in her hand. The beast watched her just the same, its throat emitting low growls as suddenly its head split open and razor-sharp limbs emerged from its split body. The plaga rippled through the air and stood watching her like a predator.

Her heart thundered in her ears. Her body burned like embers. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Was she in shock? Was she blocked? Was her body having a panic response?

That's what Leon thought when he saw her standing motionless in front of the creature. Not moving a muscle, as if she couldn't and panicked.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, sh-"

The plaga lunged and Ashley dodged like lightning. The shot echoed like thunder and impacted in the Colmillo's mouth. The beast roared, but 5 more shots landed in its head before it collapsed. Ashley let out the pent-up air with a gasp and took a deep breath.

Only to have panic run through her body.

The platform began to lower further and she watched Leon and Chris search for a lever to stop it.

She caught a whiff and her more visceral instincts surfaced.

“ Jill climb up!” she exclaimed running towards her. Other Colmillos came out of the hole and Ashley raised the gun to fire without hesitation.

Jill dodged a wolf and ran for the wall.

“ What's the matter?” I hadn't understood why she had gotten so nervous.

“FUCKING CLIMB!!!!” she shouted, shooting at the dog and kicking it six feet away. She took off her backpack and threw it at Jill.

“ Come on!” she yelled, running towards her.

Jill shot and knocked down another wolf. Ashley gave her footing to climb onto a ledge. The ground was getting too low. Graham pushed herself up and grabbed Jill's hand.

“HOLD ON!” Leon shouted, jumping from walkway to walkway, still looking for a lever. He watched the two women flee from the wolves as one of them grabbed Ashley by the ankle and dragged her away.

Jill screamed his name and the trembling forced her to hold on so she wouldn't fall again. Leon felt his blood run cold.

Ashley raised the gun and pulled out the climbing ice axe.

“You won't eat me.” she growled like a dog.

Jill fired and another jumped at the blonde. The pike plunged into its head and the barrel went into its mouth to disintegrate it with bullets. Ashley rolled, dodging the pest and blocked an onslaught.

Then bugs and water began to appear around the edges of the platform.

She killed another Colmillo and Jill reached out her hand which Ashley grabbed.

Only to scream as huge jaws closed in on her side.

Leon exclaimed and pulled a wooden wall down.

God, the lever.

“CHRIS!!!” he called out to it and blanched at his protégé's scream.

The wolves and critters closed in on Ashley's feet. She fired point blank into the skull of the wolf that was biting her and blood stained her clothes.

It stung. It burned. FUCK. She shot another insect and shrieked as she felt claws dig into her thigh.

They were coming up, they were circling her.

She shot the wolf.

She shot another insect. The water began to rise.

Blood stained her whole.

Hers and theirs.

Jill tried to pull and shoot to get them to let go. Ashley climbed over the bodies. The men pulled the locked lever.

They bit into her arm.

She screamed. She fired and ran out of bullets.

She fumbled at her belt among the bodies ascending her.

Fuck. FUCK. FUCK

“ COME ON!!!” they roared lowering the lever.

Ashley reached for something in her bag.

There was a click.

A roar.

Ashley disappeared between the bodies.

Jill shouted her name.

A snap.

And it exploded.

The lever came down and Leon ran out of air.

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

“ ASHLEY!!!”

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It Will Come Back (Part I) | Ghost x Fem! Reader

Chapter Title: Witch Image Word Count: 4.3k Pairing: Ghost x Fem! Reader Synopsis: The instant you joined the 141, you took special notice of a certain member was not like the others, in both appearance and personality. The way his intense stare ignited a feeling within you that you could not put words to. For months you pretend not to notice him. But Ghost does not play pretend. Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, slow burn romance

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**Chapter title inspired by Witch Image by Ghost

I have always kept you closer than you've known I am riding in the shadows behind you On a pale white horse

He always lingered in the background, and were it anyone else, his presence would have been insignificant from where he stood. Ghost was different, though. Even from day one, the day you first met him, always in the back of your mind could you feel his cold, harsh presence emanating over you like an aura.

The first time you had met (although “met” is a strong word for what truly happened), you took notice of him immediately. Price had greeted you right off the heli with most of the team, including Ghost. Everyone had at least offered a greeting, but he just stood there. Several feet away from the rest of the group, staring at you, sizing you up. His mask was off putting, but what stood to be more intimidating was his stature, stare, quiet nature. 6’5, roughly 250 pounds of pure muscle and utter silence.

The balaclava that he never took off seemed comparatively minor in terms of intimidation when contrasted to everything else about him. You weren’t the type to scare easily, but to say Ghost was off putting was saying it mildly. When the group dissipated and went their separate ways, you stole one final glance at him. He simply nodded in acknowledgement then walked off, his assault rifle in hand with the safety notably turned off.

Why the hell was the safety off on base?

Price chuckled when you informed him of the encounter later that day.

“Sounds ‘bout right.” He took a puff of his cigar. “You’re lucky he acknowledged you. Must’ve caught him on a good day.”

The window in the makeshift debriefing room was propped open, allowing the cool desert breeze to sweep through the room, little wisps of your hair fluttering as it flowed by. You sat slumped in a chair waiting for Price. You were trying damn near everything in your power not to fall asleep at this late hour, but also to avoid glancing over at Ghost, who had elected to stand and restlessly pace about the room in silence, making you a bit apprehensive of him in the moment.

Something had to have happened to make him this restless, and his current demeanor reminded you of that first meeting with him.

Since that first encounter all those months ago, something barely bearing a resemblance to an acquaintanceship had formed, forged through the very few covert stealth ops you both had been on together with some of the others. It was a strange, unspoken bond between the two of you, like you both completely understood yet misunderstood each other at the same time. It was weird, but you had grown accustomed to it as he had.

Ghost never spoke to you outside of missions, he didn’t really do that with anyone (but his eyes seemed to linger a little longer, you realized). Like the others, he beheld you in a cool, stoic regard. You returned the favour and pretended not to notice him as often as you truly did, only ever standing in his presence if Soap, Gaz, or Price was present.

You two were never alone together like you were to be this time around. You don’t know if being alone with someone he didn’t trust on an op was causing his restlessness, or it was some other inexplicable reason.

You also didn’t know if it made you nervous or euphoric being alone with him. On one hand, he was unnerving, and ruthless by reputation. He was willing to sacrifice his teammates for the greater good, and as noble as that is, that often meant a bloody, horrific death for whomever he sacrificed to get the job done. On the other hand, he was a natural leader who embodied the spirit of professionalism, and his seeming omniscience and considerable skill bordered on the supernatural.

There was also a small part of you yearning to impress this enigmatic man that admittedly scared you at times, and this was the perfect opportunity. You didn’t quite know if that desire extended from a strange attraction or admiration of the man. Perhaps both.

Price opened the door, slamming it shut. His face set into a deep frown, clearly his mood over the next week hinged on the success of this op.

“Evening.” He greeted the pair of you curtly. “Let’s cut to the chase.”

Ghost stopped his pacing, crossing his arms as he stood and you sat up straight in your chair.

Apparently, you were tracking one of Makarov’s main weaponry smugglers, an ex-Spetsnaz ultranationalist known as Vadim Ivanovich. Intel uncovered that Vadim not only armed some of Al-Qatala’s army, but also a certain ultranationalist infantry battalion. While arming AQ would’ve made him inconsequential to the bigger equation, a job better suited for another taskforce, arming the battalion who were designated to protect key strongholds that Makarov used as bases of operations was what made him notable.

Vadim is your key to getting in close to Makarov. Ever since Ghost had killed Hassan and Makarov reemerged as a threat, he had remained, for lack of a better term, a virtual ghost. No leads had popped up. Until now. This was the first breakthrough the 141’s analysts had made in months.

He was operating from a farm turned Al-Qatala safehouse, located in a rural area on the border of Urzikstan and Kastovia. Intel states that this acts as his main transportation hub and base of operations. Given that tensions are heating up, with ultranationalists joining Makarov’s cause in droves, he’s most certainly there to oversee the operation at the orders of the kingfish himself.

With heavy AQ presence and Vadim’s penchant to flee at any sign of trouble, this mission was best left to stealth rather than a fully fledged gunfight with the whole task force. Perfect for you and Ghost to infiltrate, grab the target, and exfil — quietly.

“Target is intended to be captured and brought back for interrogation. You cannot kill the target under any circumstances.” Price stressed to the two of you, his expression was stern, a far cry from his normal, relative leniency on ops. “We cannot afford to fuck this up.”

“Yes sir,” You nodded. “What’s the plan?”

“You’ll land in a helo two klicks out from the safehouse. Ghost, you’ll position yourself on a nearby ridge, at a critical position overlooking the farm, providing overwatch and sniper cover as needed for L/N” He pointed at the table, Ghost’s name written in a circle on a topographical map of the area. “L/N, you will silently infiltrate the base, subduing and capturing the target with this stim provided by Laswell.”

Price handed you a sizable syringe, containing a mysterious orange liquid meant to incapacitate rather than eliminate.

“CIA shit.” You chuckled, looking the syringe up and down, examining it. “I like it.”

“Aerial reconnaissance of the farm revealed that Vadim’s personal vehicle is parked right outside the house at night.” Price said, directing your eyes with his hand to a photo with the vehicle attached to the map with a tack. Nice car, a 2020 Mercedes. “This is what you’ll use to get him out of the area without alerting AQ. You and Ghost will RV at a spot below the ridge, and exfil two klicks north of the safehouse. I’ll be on comms, in a helo for exfil.”

“Understood, sir.” Ghost’s hoarse, rough voice chimes in. You didn’t hear him speak often outside of missions, and this was the first time in days you’d heard a word out of him. His deep, scratchy, baritone voice always sent shivers down your spine, and you weren’t always sure if it was a good or bad thing.

“Wheels up at 2200 hours tomorrow.” He dismissed the both of you, and Ghost left as soon as he was given the order. You glanced at Price before he left, taking in his features. He was stiff, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched in stress. The past few years had clearly taken a toll, evident by the wrinkles that had formed on his face that weren’t there when you first met him in Credenhill. “Nervous, L/N?”

You nodded. “A little. It’s pretty high stakes.”

“Well I’d be more worried if you weren’t.” Price offered you a small, reassuring smile. “I know this isn’t your tactical specialty like it is for the lieutenant, but given your past record, I think the both of you are uniquely qualified for this.”

“Yes, sir.” You dismissed yourself, Price was right, stealth wasn’t your tactical specialty. You were decent at it, better than some on the 141, which earned yourself a spot on some of those ops, but it was not what you excelled in. If you didn’t have to be on it, you didn’t want to be on it. But you trusted Price’s judgement and his insistence, even if neither you or Ghost seemed to understand it.

As you made your way to your quarters, you made a pit stop at the mess hall, grabbing a bite to eat before going to bed. There, you spotted Soap, Gaz and Ghost eating and conversing at a table in the corner. Well, Soap and Gaz were talking, Ghost simply sat there silently, a barely touched tray before him.

He had immediately taken notice when you walked in, shamelessly glaring at you as he sometimes did and you pretended not to notice. His eyes, which were his only visible features, were indiscernible in emotion. You couldn’t tell if he was disgusted or simply trying to intimidate you, but if it were the latter, it certainly worked. He followed your figure until you sat down next to an empty seat, diagonally from where he sat cornered against a wall.

“‘Evening, boys.” You smiled, patting a back on Gaz’s shoulder. You were met with a round of friendly hellos from two of the men, but with silence from the third. You side eyed him, hoping to goad a word out of him, if only to hear that rough voice again.

“Good evening, sergeant.” Ghost replied nonchalantly, which admittedly surprised you that he responded. You raised your eyebrow at him, but he simply shrugged, glancing away, and your heart skipped a beat. Soap laughed in response.

“Now ye finally got to say something to her now that yer going on an op alone with her, eh LT?” Soap nudged his shoulder, and Ghost once again shrugged, this time lifting up his balaclava just enough to reveal his mouth to shove a quick bite of bread, then pulling it back down immediately.

For that split second, you noticed ashy blonde stubble decorating his well chiseled jawline. Coincidentally, Ghost had also caught you stealing a glance in that moment, and you could’ve sworn you saw the outline of a smirk on his balaclava that vanished in an instant.

“It’s not polite to stare, sergeant.” He said, his voice muffled by the large chunk of bread he was still chewing. You almost chuckled, you could say the same to him.

“Facial hair, eh? You don’t shave?” You shot back, ignoring his statement.

“Does it matter?” Ghost swallowed, his question harsh and laced with a hint of hostility that didn’t deter you, even as you inwardly cringed at the nerve you seem to hit inadvertently. You looked over at Soap and Gaz, who were watching this conversation unfold with great interest.

“Well, a girl sometimes wonders what’s underneath that mask of yours.”

“Well a girl can keep wondering, sergeant. You’ll never know.” His gaze was intense, although whatever emotion and intent he had behind that statement was unintelligible, whether it was vexed, humorous, or simply neutral.

“You’ve seen his face, haven’t you?” You asked Soap, and he smiled and nodded. “Does he wear it because he’s ugly?”

“Quite the opposite.” Ghost interjected. “Right, Johnny?”

“Eh,” Soap glanced at Gaz and then Ghost, clasping his hands together with a chuckle, harking back to Las Almas. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

Ghost elected not to respond, simply turning back to his tray, lifting his balaclava to eat once more, this time, he ensured you saw the smirk on his lips and that you met his eyes, even as you quickly shifted your eyes elsewhere, feeling inexplicably warm in the face.

“This is Bravo 7-0, I’m in position. How copy?” Ghost’s voice came through comms, its gruffness exacerbated by the graininess of the headpiece. Although he didn’t really need an answer, he could see you through the scope of his rifle. Your back was pressed against the tall wooden fence surrounding the farm, laying in wait for the lone guard right behind the fence to come by so you could neutralize him.

You ignored his question for a moment, so as not to give yourself away. You readied your knife, and as he turned the corner, out of view from any other AQ, you grabbed him by the scruff, pushing him against the fence and slitting his throat. As his dead body slumped against the fence, you wiped your knife against your thigh and sheathed it once more.

“This is Bravo 7-2. About to infiltrate.” You poked your head around the fence, sizing up the AO. You saw several guards, two of them positioned at the front entrance of the barn, which had its wicket gate propped open, armored SUVs parked inside, being loaded with weapons to be shipped off to Makarov. Separated by a field of crops, the main building, where Vadim was located, lay completely opposite of you, and there was little besides the barn to offer cover.

“Sergeant, recommend we do this smart and take down all personnel at the barn first, then proceed to the main house.” His statement was less of a suggestion, more of an order. “After the barn, I’ll neutralize who I can at the main house but the interior is up to you. Visual on several AQ and ultranationalists through the windows. Won’t be easy.”

“For you, maybe.” You chuckled a bit uneasily, as you sniped a lone enemy positioned near the side of the barn. “For me it’ll be a walk in the park.”

“If it’d be even somewhat hard for me to do, it’ll be damn near impossible for you.” Clearly, the lieutenant was not pleased with your boasting that you used to mask the nervous pit in the bottom of your stomach. Even if he wasn’t here in your presence physically, you could feel a shiver go down your spine. Silence ensued as you made your way to the barn. Just as you reached the side entrance, an enemy came out the door in front of you.

The guard took notice of you immediately, grabbing you and pinning you against the wall, his pistol to your head as he shouted something in Arabic. However, Ghost quickly took care of the problem, and a bit of the guard’s blood spattered on your face.

“Walk in the park, eh?” Ghost jived.

“Thanks.” You said, wiping the blood off your face, a frown forming at his well-earned arrogance at saving your ass. That taste of instant karma might keep you off of boasting like that again.

Clearing the barn went off without a hitch, and more importantly, without the need of assistance from the LT. Something which you hoped he’d remember next time he doubted you like it felt like during the debriefing. It was a simple job, you cut the power from the generator, picking off one by one the enemies left stumbling in the dark.

Toggling your flashlight on, dead bodies scattered the vicinity, but you took notice of a desk in the corner, laptop still on but papers, maps scattered around it. One map in particular caught your attention, a map marked with routes and coordinates, filled with lines leading to circles. You folded the paper, placing it in your pocket for you to give to intel later on. Might prove useful.

“Barn’s clear. Might’ve found some intel.” You informed Ghost as you loaded your tactical gear with some flashbangs you found lying around. This was a weapons goldmine, RPGs, grenade launchers, innumerable semi-automatics, and even a few machine guns were simply lying around.

“Good job.” Your heart, against your brain’s better judgement, jumped a little. “Price will be happy after tonight. Provided you don’t screw it up down there.”

“I won’t.” You reassured him, back away from the desk to the front entrance. When you turned around, you were met with a pistol cocked against the center of your forehead, a man with a wicked grin smiling at you as the butt of a gun slammed the back of your head.

Some seconds went by, and not a peep from you nor did he see you exit the barn, which was unusual, given how talkative you tended to be. Raising his brows, he pressed the button on his radio.

“Bravo 7-2, how copy?”

Silence.

“I repeat, Bravo 7-2, how copy?” His voice grew angrier. He looked into the scope of his rifle, scanning the perimeter for any sign of you. Nothing. “Fuckin’ hell, do you copy?!” Ghost slammed his fist on the ground, his stomach dropping when he looked in his rifle again, seeing your limp body being carried by the target intended for capture, being brought into the house.

“Fuck.” He hissed. “Bravo 6 do you copy?” Ghost radioed the captain, trying to hide the desperation he felt growing.

“Loud and clear. What’s happening?” Price responded in an instant.

“L/N was captured. I’m going in.”

You were awoken with a cool feeling of liquid trailing on the back of your scalp, accompanied by a pounding headache, your head throbbing. Your hands were bound behind you as you sat in a simple fold up chair in a windowless and barren room. There was a heavy, steel plated door shut tight in front of you about 10 feet away. Your weapons were gone, but your tactical gear remained on you.

“That didn’t take long.” A thick Russian accent could be heard from behind you and your heart began to beat out of your chest. He placed his hand on your shoulder as he presented himself in front of you. Vadim. “At least they brought me a pretty one this time. I do get tired of the large, stinking brutes they bring me. You’ll be easier to break.” His thumb going to rest on your lip as he cupped your face in a sick, twisted attraction. Oh how wrong he was. “What’s your name, girl?”

You stayed silent, staring defiantly into his eyes.

“I said what is your fucking name?” Vadim screamed in anger, swinging his fist to hit square onto your nose. You gasped in pain, feeling blood trickle out of your nose and lightheadedness as the impact combined with the head wound you sustained.

“So you think I’m pretty?” You smiled in faux flirtatiousness, your eyes half lidded in lightheadedness as you tauntingly smiled. If he wanted to play that game, you’ll beat him at it. That had earned you another punch, this time the impact colliding with your eye.

“I tried being gentle with you.” He huffed, turning his back around, rummaging through a briefcase containing weapons. “I know that you know of the treatment disrespectful little girls get around here.” Vadim turned around, brandishing a knife with a taunting smile mimicking your own, and it only grew wider as fear grew in your eyes. “So, let’s try again. What is your name and rank?”

He held the sharp end of the blade to your cheek, threatening to break skin if he applied any more pressure. The realization that should’ve settled earlier came, he meant business and rescue was nowhere in sight. You remembered the first rule of being interrogated: Give them what they want, omit where you can, and lie only when necessary.

“Sergeant Y/N L/N.” You answered meekly.

“See, we can be nice to each other, Miss L/N.” His pressure on the blade lifted slightly at your admission. “So, why are you here?”

“To find your guns.” You glared hardened as your ears perked at the ever so faint sound of gunfire in the distance that Vadim seemed to not take any notice of. He smiled at you, even as the sound of fighting grew louder. “And to find you.”

“Makarov will be interested in this.” He tutted. He opened the door that separated the room from the main hallway, muttering something in Russian to one of his lackeys who was standing guard outside the room. The man saluted him, and walked away from his post and Vadim shut the door. As you could hear the fighting getting louder, you almost laughed. Idiot. “You’re coming with us.”

Soon enough, gunfire could be heard loud and clear in the vicinity, and that same soldier who he was talking to earlier cried out.

“Vadim, blya-” The soldier was cut off as a gunshot rang out.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You smiled, and in an instant, Vadim grabbed your neck harshly and pulled your back straight against his chest to use you as a human shield. He held a pistol against your head and backed into the corner with the table that had the briefcase.

The inside of his elbow pressed harshly into your neck, making it difficult for you breathe, especially so when you struggled against him. As you gasped for air, the door swung wide open, Ghost, who’s mask and gear were drenched with the blood of the no doubt many, many people he killed to get here so quickly.

Your heart jumped and you smiled, even as you were gasping for air and the sudden movement made your lightheadedness sustained from the head injury worse.

“Drop the weapon.” Ghost barked, although his gun was not aimed towards Vadim, instead just a little bit above his head. He was clearly still adamant about the objective to bring him back alive.

“I’ll fucking shoot her!” He screamed back, his iron grip now tightening impossibly hard on you as your vision began to tunnel.

“You kill her, you’ll die a long, painful death.” Ghost threatened, his eyes, normally indiscernible, now clearly enraged. “I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

He looked straight at you as he uttered that last statement.

As the two stood off in a battle of wills, you slowly inched your hand toward a screwdriver that lay on the corner. Even as your vision began to collapse on itself from the lack of air, you somehow managed to grab it. Using all the strength you could muster in your clouded, delirious mind, you drove it into Vadim’s side and he let go, falling to the ground. You stumbled to the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

Now that you were free, it wasn’t lack of oxygen clouding your judgement -- it was anger. Before either Ghost or Vadim could react, you used the same screwdriver and drove it as hard as you could through the man’s skull, killing him instantly.

In your anger, Ghost’s screaming at you to stop fell on deaf ears. Even if you could, it was already too late, the damage was done -- you killed him.

No longer gasping for air and your vision returning to normal, you pushed yourself away from his body until you reached a wall. You pulled your knees to your chest, feeling a sudden urge to sob, which you fought desperately to control.

“What in the bloody hell was that sergeant?” Ghost yelled, but you didn’t respond, still staring at his body just five feet away from yours. Shame began to set in as you realized what you had done. The only lead to Makarov was now dead. Because of you.

The urge to cry strengthened as it sunk in further. This was your fault, you thought as you felt a burning stream of liquid well up in the corner of your eye, which you quickly wiped away.

Ghost kneeled in front of you, and his signature intense gaze burned into your eyes once more. “Why’d you kill him?” His voice was not as booming and rough as it was the first time, but a notch of hostility could still be detected.

“I-I don’t know. He hurt me a lot and he just made me so angry and I-I just lost my shit.” You stuttered. He sighed, and his eyes looked down for a moment, as if he was lost in thought for a second.

“You can’t lose your shit like that.” Ghost muttered quietly. He glanced back up at you, a certain softness in his eyes. For a moment, for the first time, you understood him and he understood you. For once, you were not afraid to look him directly into those eyes that seemed to burn right inside of you.

But sooner than it came, that moment was gone. His gaze returned to that normal, shadowy, vague stare that was oh so typical of him and he stood up, reaching his hand to pull you up. “You broken?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up with precious little strength and you stumbled forward, grabbing onto his shoulder for balance. Ghost tensed at the contact, and you quickly moved away as you gathered your bearings.

“Bravo 6, L/N is okay.” He looked over at you, watching as you gripped at your head, trying to get the pain to stop. “Relatively.”

“Good. And the target?” Relief seemed to wash over his tone.

“KIA.”

“Fuckin’ Christ!” Price yelled through the comms, Ghost’s disappointment etched itself into his ashy blonde brows that peaked right below the mask. You averted your eyes, grabbing a handgun from the dead body of the man that was so imperative you brought in alive. “Just get your asses back to base, we’ll talk then.”

“Affirmative, sir.”

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